Why You Suffer Your Relatives at the Holidays

David Wong, writing at Cracked, offers an explanation for the real reason for the season:

It’s hard to understand why Christmas came to be a big deal even for people who have never stepped foot inside a church without understanding the context. And the context — which does predate Christianity by thousands of years — is that December kicks off winter in the Northern hemisphere. And for most of human history, winter meant a bunch of us were going to freaking die.

We’re so detached from that idea today, when the cold means nothing more than mild annoyance and sometimes slippery roads, that it’s hard to grasp how recent this was, and that this was the way of things for virtually all of human history. Every year, you headed into winter with just enough stored food and fuel to get by. The old and the sick knew they might not make it through, and an especially harsh winter could mean no one would feel the sun’s warmth ever again. Every year, you watched all of the plants turn brown and shrivel into husks, followed by an unrelenting darkness and cold that threatened to swallow you and everything you love.

And looking back at that, we see an awesome little portrait of exactly how much humans kick ass. Every year, you see, winter arrived with a short day followed by the longest night of the year (aka the winter solstice), and since before recorded history, humans have been celebrating that day with a feast, or festival, or outright debauchery. On that longest night before the frozen mini-apocalypse, in all times and places you would find light and song and dancing and food. Cattle would be slaughtered (to avoid having to feed all of them through the winter), families would travel to be together, and wine would flow. Precious supplies were dedicated to making decorations and gifts — frivolous things, good for nothing other than making each other happy.

These celebrations went by many names over the millennia, and everyone did it their own way. But deep down, I think the message was always the same: “We made it through another year, some of us won’t see spring, let’s spend a few days reminding each other of what’s good about humanity.”

One way of looking at it is that no one seems to celebrate winter in Westeros, although they offer oft-grudging appreciation for family.

He goes on to explain how this is still relevant today: Continue reading

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He Sees You When You’re Sleeping…..

Have some utterly inappropriate Christmas humor (h/t Lynn), as well as a very happy winter-holiday-of-your-choice.

Christmas Carols for the Psychiatrically Challenged

  • SCHIZOPHRENIA: Do You Hear What I Hear?
  • MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER: We Three Kings Disoriented Are
  • DEMENTIA: I Think I’ll Be Home For Christmas
  • NARCISSISTIC: Hark, the Herald Angels Sing About Me
  • MANIC: Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Busses and Trucks and Trees and Fire Hydrants and . . .
  • PARANOID: Santa Claus Is Coming To Get Me
  • PERSONALITY DISORDER: You Better Watch Out, I’m Gonna Cry, I’m Gonna Pout, Maybe I’ll Tell You Why
  • DEPRESSION: Silent Anhedonia, Holy Anhedonia, All Is Flat, All is Lonely
  • OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE DISORDER: Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock, …
    (better start again)
  • PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE PERSONALITY: On The First Day of Christmas My True Love Gave To Me (and then took it all away)
  • BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER: Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire.
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Be of Whatever Level of Cheer Best Suits You

20121225-115212.jpgThe holidays have historically been a difficult time for me, for a wide array of reasons. I try not to sour the season for others, but I rarely, if ever, feel any particularly greater amount of cheer during the early winter months. Furthermore, the idea that we set aside a specific time of year to be “good” to one another, as though acknowledging that we can’t always be bothered the rest of the year, strikes me as a sad reflection on us as a culture.

That said, I love Christmas carols, atheism be damned (pun intended). I love my family, even if togetherness has been a chore on many occasions. I love my new family, which I will be joining in a legal sense in a few months. I love many of the trappings of the holiday season, and I am happy ro partake of them as a member of American culture.

What I do not care to do, which I unfortunately see some people do as a matter of course, is let the season create undue stress. Every year I am asked if I have finished my Christmas shopping around December 23. People rush to find the “perfect” gift, as though choosing wrong would have negative consequences. I don’t hear as much about sending Christmas cards, though, and some of the more oppressive traditions involving the postal service seem to be fading away, mercifully.

If this truly is a time of year to be good to one another, then be good to yourself, too. If this is not a time of joy, as is no doubt true for many people, no one should feel undue pressure to conform. Being “good” to someone may mean letting them be the way they need to be. Michael Tracy, writing at Friendly Atheist (yes, I read atheist blogs on Christmas day) put it very well:

When “cheer” is experienced genuinely, it can have great salutary effect. But when cheer is effectively enforced — by cultural and/or familial custom — it can do just the opposite. I don’t feel particularly compelled to adopt a cheerful demeanor simply because today happens to be the 25th day of December, and the expectation that I must sours my mood further. Ritualistic expressions of saccharine cheer are almost always pretty depressing, in fact, on Christmas or any other day.

If cheer is the way someone wants to greet the holiday, by all means do so. None of this is to say that one who doesn’t feel the cheer should sour it for others, but just as it is wrong, to a certain extent, to drag others down, no one should feel any pressure to be dragged up.

So be of good cheer. Or medium cheer. Or mild angst, if that is what you need today. Be however you need to be, but just be good, and have a happy holiday.

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Merry Winter-Holiday-of-Your-Choice

Grumpy Cat (perhaps the greatest meme in the brief history of memes) offers some holiday sentiments.

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(h/t ABL)

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