25 November 2009

Thankful

Heading out of the office for the Thanksgiving holiday, I wanted to thank all of you for reading here, and for the all of the prayers and words of support I get from many of you.

Of course I am thankful for the many blessings God bestows on me, first and foremost the gift of His Son, and His sacrifice for us all. His Blood was truly shed for us and for many unto the remission of sins. I am thankful for the faith, my family and the countless eternal and temporal benefits I have received.

I am thankful for the Institute, and for the timeless liturgy of the Church.

I am thankful that it is still possible in this country to host a blog that supports and promotes the teachings of the Church, and that it can be shared with others, at least for a while longer.

Have a blessed and happy Thanksgiving. Travel safely. For your enjoyment--or endurance-- I republish below one of my posts from Thanksgiving-time last year:

'Twas the Night before the Day before Black Friday

And all through the neighborhood, the Christo-seculars are ready to put up Christmas decorations.

That's right, I just made up a word: Christo-seculars. Who are they? They are Christians, well-meaning no doubt, who love Christmas so much they can't wait to celebrate it. Yet they have, like so many, traded in the Christian calendar for the secular retail calendar. And in the retail calendar, Christmas starts the day after Thanksgiving.

Sure, some retail "modernists" try to foist Christmas on us just after Halloween-- but this is St. Louis, and we are traditionalist-Christo-seculars. Old school.

So now it begins... it doesn't matter whether it's Friday, Saturday or Sunday. This is The Weekend of Christmas Decorations.

And it is also the Weekend that my family begins its annual exercise in self-flagellation and reasserts its status as Neighborhood Pariahs.

How? Because we still attempt to follow the Christian calendar, which, with regard to Christmas anyway, used to be known as "the calendar". And the more traditional we have become in our practice of the Catholic faith, the more assiduously we have striven to really follow the seasons--Advent first, Christmas after. That means we don't have our Christmas tree lit up like a beacon in our bay window until Christmas Eve, and we don't have any outdoor decorations. Moreover, the advent wreath on our dining room table is not visible to the outside, unless you get so close to the house that I will be forced to procure a restraining order.

I don't know, of course, which neighborhood you live in, but my neighborhood thinks VERY highly of itself. If the name weren't taken, or perhaps if the local schools provided anything like a classical education, it might go by the name of Narcissus Peaks. I mean, it is a lovely little neighborhood, but its denizens think it is simply the cat's meow. Or at least the dog's bark.

In our neighborhood, nearly everyone has fallen in love with the idea that quality outdoor Christmas decorations involve the most garish lights, multiple--I mean multiple-- inflatable snowmen, snow globes (complete with blowing snow), Santas, penguins, polar bears and other such items. All of these are crammed onto front yards the size of an NBA free throw lane. Every cornice, roof line, window pane, lamppost and tree are jammed, JAMMED with lights. I could almost attest in open court that for the next forty days, at dusk, I will notice a discernible dimming of my indoor lights as the greenest of Obama voters turn on the juice.

The neighborhood sturmtroopen hand out awards every year for the best "holiday" lighting and decorations. There are individual awards and block awards. Obviously, I don't mind being overlooked for the individual honors (sniff), but the much-coveted block award is the single most culpable vehicle that dooms my family to outcast status. You see, my block has never won the award. It never will win the award. It is handed out before Christmas day, and so my house is a total dud. Oh, and the Jehovah's Witnesses down the street don't help, either.

This is OK by me, too, and I get a little guilty pleasure seeing the angst on certain faces. We have one Particularly. Well. Respected. Neighbor. who always wins an individual award. In our home, he is affectionately known as uber-neighbor. He tells you how fast (slow) to drive. He signals his minions on the exact times to begin raking, or mowing, or shoveling, as the seasons demand.

He rarely returns my wave this time of year.

But the absolute best Christo-secular neighbor has no pet name in our house. This is because we hold him in absolute awe-- because his ability to assault the beautiful and tasteful in his Christmas decorations goes so far beyond tacky as to be truly sublime. It goes without saying that if you look directly at the holiday lights on his property for more than two seconds you will be left permanently blind. Welders can't handle the optics of it. And inflatable gadgets? You bet. He has an inflatable, scantily-clad in Santa's little-seen underwear Barbie that would make a streetwalker blush. Inflatable NASCAR. Inflatable hula dancer. Inflatable EVERYTHING. Plus tacky, over-stylized Christmas music blaring from speakers.

And yes, he is usually the big award winner of the entire neighborhood. Perfect, if you ask me.

Now we have approximately 37 children living in our three bedroom house. They have eyes (having been warned about the house above, mind you) and can see that everyone else has the decorations up. They ask legitimate questions. We try to give them answers that explain the faith and that satisfy their natural excitement for the season. And on some level it works, but of course every night my wife and I go to bed wondering if it is another day in which we have wrecked their lives.

We take solace, of course, in the fact that they get to look out the windows and see all the festive lights, whereas our neighbors must look out and see our home as festive as a penitentiary the night of an execution.

Ha!

So, we look forward to Christmas Eve, when we festoon the tree, put up decorations, go to Midnight Mass, and enjoy the solace and beauty of that Wonderful Night so long ago when our beloved Savior saw fit to be born into the world of men. The night of humble glory. We thank Him, and pray for the grace to be His faithful children.

And this year I will make a special effort to pray for our neighbors. After all, the day after Christmas begins the second Christo-secular season in which my family are neighborhood pariahs.

That is because on December 26, when all of the lights are down, the trees stuffed in the yard waste bins, and the neighborhood reels about in post-holiday hangover, we are just getting started. We celebrate Christmas. And Epiphany. And our Lord's Baptism. And the tree in our bay window will be up until February 2.

I can already see uber-neighbor's head shaking ruefully as he drives by.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

We have an "uber-neighbor" (whatever that means, Mr. Timman) too. Perhaps he's a relative of your uber. Except ours gave up on us about five years ago (after he unsuccessfully tried to get us to move by calling every official in the County on us). Consequently, we don't even get a ruefully shaking head.

Veronica

Andy McD. said...

I could not say it better. Just yesterday I argued these same points with a fellow I work with. Thank God for the Institute, the Church, the Faith, and, what provides you and I both a place from which to fight the good fight, St. Francis de Sales Oratory. Viva Cristo Rey!

Long-Skirts said...

THANKSGIVING DAY

With prayer, I start the Thanking Day,
At dawn, I kneel, Te Deum, pray.
I dress for Mass then wake a son.
He'll serve the priest, a chosen one.

A hushed low Mass right after Matins,
Our Lord above all sons' gold patens.
He'll lay upon my wicked tongue,
I pray, forgive, amidst, among

Where in the pew with head bowed low,
I give Him thanks 'till time to go
Back to the world with sin, so murky,
But now I've strength...

...to stuff that turkey!!

A Blessed and happy Thanksgiving!!

Long-Skirts said...

"That is because on December 26, when all of the lights are down, the trees stuffed in the yard waste bins, and the neighborhood reels about in post-holiday hangover"

THE STABLE

They rush to put up.
They rush to take down,
And in between
They rush through the town.
Hither and thither,
Helter and skelter,
They rush right by
The Stable shelter.

Okay, no more poems, gotta get back to my Thanksgiving cooking while praying with the Saints..."hey, get out of that wine, St. Thomas Aquine!!" Saints preserve us!

Anonymous said...

37 children in a 3-bedroom house? Yikes!

I applaud your approach. High time Christians take back Christmas! I mean, whose birthday is it anyway?

The anticipation is really the best part. Advent affords us that opportunity. Getting ready for the big day but holding back so when the day arrives it will be truly great, special. Decorations go up on the 24th, no sooner--forces us to keep them simple, elegant. Although it's, Advent, Christmas is in the air--practicing the music, cookie spice smells, buying presents, bits of ribbon and colored foil here and there--children really don't need the tasteless hooplah. Then, Glory to the new born King! Christmas followed by twelve days of celebration: a concert, a show, a day at the ski slope, etc. (you get the idea).

Try this: Hang a plain green wreath on the front door on the first Sunday of Advent, put one pretty, purple ribbon on it. 2nd Sunday, another purple; 3rd Sunday, a pretty pink one; 4th Sunday, back to purple. And on the 24th, take them all off and then jazz the wreath up with red, gold and the like.

--William

Anonymous said...

Long Skirts:

Is that you Liz?

Veronica

Long-Skirts said...

"Long Skirts: Is that you Liz?

Veronica"

Nope, it's Hilary and no, not Hillary of "It takes a village" I'm Hilary who MADE a village!

I - rish you joy!
Long-Skirts

Anonymous said...

Very very American- loud, shallow, and self obsessed.

Anonymous said...

I agree with your comments regarding the secularization of the Christmas season. (And it is a season, not simply one day in Decmeber.) And let us keep in perspective that the holiest of all seasons is the Easter Triduum. That too has become secularized beyond which. Why do so many Christians buy into the capitalism of these seasons so much?

Iowa Hawkeye

Delena said...

Oh, thank you, Timman. This post made me laugh. :-)