This
being Christmas, it’s time for my annual holiday diatribe for you to log off your
computer, laptop or whatever other device you might be using to read this.
A city-wide holiday greeting. Photos by Gregory Tejeda
For
it being Christmas, there really are better things you could be doing with your
time on this Tuesday, rather than reading through the Internet. All this
rubbish will still be here Wednesday. You can catch up on it then.
Do you believe this scene occurred? Or did someone shop at Macy's?
SERIOUSLY,
I’M INCLINED to believe that this holiday is one that we ought to be spending
together, enjoying whatever semblance of family or friends you may have. There
really are more significant things than looking up cutesy pictures of pets who
were dressed up by their masters in elf costumes.
Chicago's official holiday tree for 2018
If
anything, that would be evidence of animal cruelty, not cutesiness.
So
come back here later this week, in search of significant commentary and
analysis of the happenings in our world. I’m going to give myself the day off. Or before you log off, check out this old video snippet that many of us originally saw back in the days of Garfield Goose or Ray Rayner and Friends on Channel 9.
Although I won’t be amongst those
making the trek up to the Music Box Theatre – where for one day only Tuesday,
the classic cinematic production up for viewing is none other than “Fiddler on
the Roof.” Does that mean viewers will then be encouraged to have dinner at a
Chinese restaurant, while humming the tune "Matchmaker?"
Since
we’re no longer counting down shopping days ‘til Christmas (unless you’ve waited
until the absolute last minute – which case the count is “zero”), we now set
the clock for a new target.
Some people began countdown to Opening Day before old season ended
As
in only 94 more days ‘til Opening Day. For baseball in Chicago, that is.
THE
COMING OF the major league baseball season is the symbolic arrival of
springtime – even if those first couple of weeks of baseball in April are
likely to be chilly and some fans are bound to be as heavily dressed as they
are now for winter.
Anyway,
it’s only 94 more days until the Chicago White Sox take on the Seattle Mariners
to begin the 2019 season.
And
for those of you deluded enough to spend time watching the Chicago Cubs, it’s 98
more days ‘til the Opening Day at Wrigley Field – with the Cubs taking on the
Pittsburgh Pirates.
Just a few notes about a Saturday sojourn into the heart of Chicago to try to capture a bit of the Christmas holiday flavor -- as it still exists in the 21st Century.
At least this window had a Chicago theme. Photos by Gregory Tejeda
I couldn't help but feel saddened by one teenage girl whom I happened to overhear as she and her friends were checking out the holiday windows of the one-time Marshall Field's department stores.
AS SHE WALKED along State Street, disappointment was what she felt. "There's no story here," she exclaimed, in a loud-enough voice that I'm sure much of the crowd gathered along the one-time Great Street could hear.
Digital technology on display at Macy's, if little originality
For sure enough, some of the windows were decorated in individual scenes. But there was no continued theme connecting all the windows together. There was no holiday story being told. The overall theme couldn't help but come across as holiday lame for those of us old enough to remember the Marshall Field's holiday windows of old.
Bring back Field's!!!
Not that she was alone. I also couldn't help but notice the guy along State Street in front of Macy's with his picket signs demanding the return of Field's, whose memory continues to live on in the form of the old brass signs and the clock on the corner.
Those details are considered part of the building's historic character, and Macy's couldn't dump them no matter how much they'd want to.
I'M STILL TRYING to figure out what the best bit of street life I saw on Saturday was.
A literal street 'artist'
The group of "drummers" (actually playing overturned buckets) gathered along State Street? Or was it the guy near the one-time Carson, Pirie, Scott (now Target) who was literally creating street art -- as in he was drawing pictures for hire, while sitting on the street corner.
Rhythm? Or clamor?
One could watch him create his so-called masterpieces-to-order.
Vote for Willie!
I also couldn't escape politics. For one wreath-covered lamp-post also managed to slip in a little Election Day related message. Vote for Willie Wilson! As opposed to any of the 20 other political geeks who have dreams of filling the seat once held by Richard J. Daley. Will this be the biggest, most prominent, Wilson campaign display we'll see between now and Feb. 26? Or will this campaign season fit in perfectly with the Macy's generic version of Christmas?
Many
of us will indulge our desire to play “Santa Claus” in a few weeks, hoping we
can find just the right present to give that special someone in our lives.
Holiday shoppers will see similar scenes along State Street. Photos by Gregory Tejeda
Even
though the more-realistic happening will be a rush of items being returned to
the store come Dec. 26 for exchange, as people wonder how much our relatives
and friends don’t comprehend what we like.
WHY
ELSE WOULD they buy that ugly sweater or stinky cologne (or perfume) for us?
How could they possibly think we’d enjoy that!
It’s
“Black” Friday, and I’ve lost count of all the advertising fliers I’ve received
in recent weeks – informing me of all the special sales intended to get us off
our turkey-stuffed behinds and out to their stores. Where we’re expected to
spend our money in great abundance in anticipation of the Christmas holidays of
just four weeks off.
But
back to the Christmas event, which will motivate a lot of shopping – with retailers
trying to make us think its our patriotic duty to turn out and endure the
ridiculous crowds at stores anticipated for Friday.
This
is, supposedly, the time of year when stores actually meet all the expenses of
having operated this year – meaning that any income generated through sales
from this point on will determine just HOW profitable 2018 turns out to be.
Will window decorations be replicated?
I
KNOW THERE are a lot of people who took holiday-season jobs in retail, hoping
to make some extra money. They’re counting on all those sales to help generate
a slightly-larger paycheck than the minimum wage salary provides. They work on
commission, after all.
In
fact, I still remember a time when I did such a thing. It was the holiday season
of 1987. I was a fresh college graduate who had a few writing gigs providing
something of a freelance income. But a few extra bucks couldn’t hurt.
That
was the holiday season I worked in the men’s department of a Carson, Pirie
Scott store – one out in the suburbs that ceased to exist even before the whole
chain came tumbling down earlier this year.
I
wasn’t much of a salesman, usually because I didn’t have the heart to care if
people actually bought anything. The same person who could easily get motivated
to chase a political geek to demand answers just didn’t care what shirt style
one preferred.
How many miss having city's holiday tree in Daley Plaza
BUT
MY BIGGEST memories of that holiday season job were the final days when
Christmas had passed.
I
got to see just how much of the merchandise I had sold to people wound up being
despised. I remember getting daily reports of exactly how much the goods that
were returned were valued at.
For
me, it used to be in negative figures. As in any sales I generated in the days
following Christmas were negated by all the merchandise that got returned.
I
even recall one woman who had asked my advice on buying a sweater for her
brother made a point of coming back to the store to tell me personally how much
he hated it! Merry Christmas to you to, lady!
The city's menorah will see its duty in coming weeks
CONSIDER
IT PART of the reason why I don’t get enthused much anymore about this part of the holiday
season, and why I consider it a part of my routine of maintaining my sanity to
avoid any kind of shopping on this Friday.
I
think the crowds will be ridiculous. The idea of sudden bargains financially
will be greatly-overstated. If anything, I think I would not want to be amidst
the chaos when trying to pick out presents for people.
Planning a trip? Airport decorations to see you off
If
I actually like them, I’d want to try to get something they’d enjoy, which
probably needs a more sane and rational process than people will endure on
Friday.
Most
definitely not something that’s going to make people feel compelled to go back
to the store the final week of December so they can return the ugly charm
bracelet or bottle of Aramis I would have picked out for them now.
“It’s
beginning to look at lot like Christmas.” Yeah, I know you’re probably sick of
hearing that lyric over and over (along with countless other holiday songs that
have played repeatedly on the radio ever since mid-October).
But
it really is Christmas on this Monday.
SO
IF YOU’RE actually reading this now, I have but one thing to say to you. “Get a
Life!” Get off your computer, or your iPhone or whatever mobile device you
might be using to read the Internet.
Go
out into the real world on this holiday and find something worthy to do, other
than reading the latest rants that Donald Trump may be wanting to send your way
via Twitter. I swear the best thing we could do as a society would be to ignore
the man altogether if it were possible.
I’m
at the point where I think I even respect those individuals more who will
choose to spend their day at a casino – gambling away their funds in hopes they
can hit a holiday jackpot that will make their lives (for a few days, at least)
somewhat more pleasant.
For
at least one day, let’s give ourselves a present of freedom from Internet trivialities.
It will all still be there on Tuesday for us to fret over.
AND
MY GIFT to you (at least before you log off your computer for the day)?
Eartha
Kitt, who when she wasn’t Catwoman-clad, gave us “Santa Baby.” Along with Celia
Cruz’ cheery take on “Jingle Bells” en
Español.
I
feel like I got my holiday gift a few months early. Like back in July.
It
was this summer that one of my cousins, Lora Ann who now has a life in Arizona,
gave to all of us in the family the digital copies she made of her mother’s
photo albums – thereby sharing with us decades of family images.
My grandmother hard at work at Christmas-time
INCLUDING
ONE THAT is particularly relevant this time of year. It is a photograph of my
maternal grandmother, Socorro Vargas, working in her kitchen. Her fingers are a
complete mess, and the table she’s working at is covered in corn husks.
Because
mi abuela appears to have been hard
at work making a batch of tamales – as in that delicacy that will be the basis
of many a Christmas holiday meal for families with a touch of Mexican-American
in them.
This
photo is particularly intriguing to me because my earliest memories of
Christmas celebration include going to Grandma’s house in the South Shore
neighborhood on Christmas Eve (they'd moved from South Chicago by that point in life), and having a dinner that centered around dozens
of tamales.
My grandfather, the real chef?
Literally
many dozens, because there were eight kids (including my mother) in the family,
along with all the spouses and next generation of kids (my cousins) who were
present. I’m sure it was many hours of hard work to prepare the meal – because
tamales aren’t an easy dish to make.
JUST
ONE LITTLE thing goes off in preparing the masa
that is the base of the tamale, and you wind up with an inedible mess.
Looking
at that photograph makes me wonder how exhausted my grandmother must have been after
she was finished with that particular batch of tamales. And also that I
probably didn’t truly appreciate the level of work that went into preparing
that meal that now is amongst my most pleasant of childhood holiday memories.
There
is one potential flaw in this story. I know my mother always insisted that when
it came to Christmas tamales, it was my grandfather, Michael Vargas, who did
the work.
The family to be fed (my mother at far left)
Some
guys insist on perceiving themselves as master chefs during the summer when it
comes to dredging up the barbecue grill and flipping a few burgers. My
grandfather supposedly took charge of that holiday meal.
ALTHOUGH
I DON’T doubt my grandmother put in some work too. It was her kitchen, and I
don’t think she’d have easily surrendered control of it.
Anyway,
a Christmas tamale meal isn’t something I have had in years. At least not of
the image of a family matriarch slaving away in the kitchen for a full day just
to feed us all.
One
of the quirks of the complex process of making tamales is that it is something
that was NOT passed along to other family members. My mother always insisted it
was too much hard work, and we could always just go to a Mexican-oriented
grocery around the holidays and buy a couple dozen tamales already made.
Uncle Spinx, letting loose at a past New Year celebration
Which
is something my brother and I used to do so we could have a tamale taste –
usually as a meal for one day, with the other day of the Christmas holiday
centering around a ham or some other “American”-oriented dish.
AS
FOR THIS year, I don’t know what I’m doing for a holiday meal. Particularly
since there’s now a Jewish element to the family celebrations, and there are
some of us who are “holiday’ed” out from Hanukkah and all the latkes – of which
there are still a few dozen sitting in the refrigerator.
But
going through my Aunt Connie’s photo albums at my own leisurely pace is proving
to be a nice treat. Particularly when I got to the photographs of my Uncle
Spinx (Lora Ann’s father) partying it up at many New Year’s celebrations past.
Returning the holiday greetings
Although
the ultimate chuckle is the shot of my uncle as part of an all-“girl” dance
troupe. While the ultimate sweet moments are the photos I now have of my
mother, Jenny, as a young girl.
And
to mi prima Lora Ann for providing me
with all these images. I hope my cousin will have a Merry Christmas as well.
Whenever
I encounter one of those types of people who insists on using “Merry Christmas!”
as a form of cultural intimidation, there’s a part of me that is tempted to turn
to my step-mother for a retort.
Chicago's public menorah from five years ago can create split reactions, regardless of its actual intent. Photos by Gregory Tejeda
As
in every “Merry Christmas” I hear coming from someone who is inclined to take
Donald Trump’s “War on Christmas” rants seriously, I’d respond with a fake
cheery “Happy Hanukkah!”
I
DON’T ACTUALLY do that in part because it strikes me as tacky to use my
step-mother’s religious faith to score political partisan points against the nitwits
of our society. It would make me no better than those who want to use “Merry
Christmas” as a weapon.
I
bring this up because the Jewish holiday of Hanukkah actually began Tuesday
night and will continue into next week.
And
with my step-mother being Jewish (my father is a late-life convert), it means
the time of year to recall the survival of the Maccabees in the face of
elements of society that would just as soon have seen them exterminated is once
again upon us.
Now
in my own family, the little kids are growing up. So there’s not as much
pressure any more to indulge my nieces and nephews with lots of presents so
that they don’t feel cheated compared to their school friends for whom
Christmas is the thing!
Do people notice holiday decorations when passing through the airport en route to a sunnier locale?
IN
FACT, IN my parents’ household, most of the eight days will be marked with the
lighting of the candles, a prayer in Hebrew, and little else.
There
will be one night of various relatives coming over to the household for
something of a party – whose primary purpose it will seem like is consuming the
potato pancakes referred to as latkes.
Gary, Ind., govt. brightens their chambers
Much
of this, I’ll admit, is lost on me. I was baptized many decades ago by a
Catholic priest and personally haven’t felt any need to change.
But
that isn’t held against me. I’m likely to be included in any celebration as we
recall the old story of how a Godly miracle enabled the Maccabees’ oil intended
to last one night actually kept their lamps lit for eight nights.
THE
REASON WHY the menorahs include eight branches in their candelabrums – and why
a fully-lit menorah has the potential to be a fire hazard if the celebrants get
too clumsy.
All
of which has just enough of a solemn effect on me to refuse to use “Happy
Hanukkah” as a retort to the less-than-solemn “Merry Christmas” talk I have heard
in recent days. I’d like to think I’m better than those people who want to turn
the Christmas holiday and the birth of Christ that it celebrates into a weapon
touting the omnipresent existence of Trump that they’d like to impose on our
society.
Because
I know it would be the perfect retort in that it would force those ideologues
whose use of religious symbolism to tout their beliefs borders on being as
offensive as the Ku Klux Klan’s uses of the cross to tout their own racist
rants to have to acknowledge that theirs is NOT the only holiday in this winter
season.
While
I’ll be the first to admit that some of the efforts to equate Christmas, Hanukkah,
Kwanzaa (don’t forget the “aa” at the end) and whatever other festival one can
dream up do become absurd, I’ve never felt the need to tout my own thoughts
over everybody else’s.
LARGELY
BECAUSE I have viewed much of religious-inspired thought as a personal one. It
is something we ought to be celebrating internally.
There’s
nothing wrong with sharing. But feeling the need to force one’s thoughts or
celebration on others just seems wrong.
Just
as it can be confusing at times when someone feels the need to say “Merry
Christmas” to every single person they encounter. Are they just overly
cheerful? Or are they making a politically-partisan statement that requires a
retort?
Quite
honestly, I resent having to try to interpret every holiday greeting to figure out if the call for sharing and celebration is more intended as an excuse to act as society’s religious-motivated
bullies.
As
one who personally detests the concept of holiday-related retail activity (I’ll
go ahead and say it, “Bah, Humbug!!!”), I can’t help but feel some sense in joy
in the anecdotal activity I’ve seen with the post-Thanksgiving Christmas
holiday shopping that supposedly is taking place Friday.
From what I'm told, Macy's decorations similar to these erected last year. Photos by Gregory Tejeda
I’ve
seen a lot of people on Facebook posting their own observations of how the
lines at shopping centers and stores don’t seem as ridiculously long this time.
THIS
MAY BE an instance of me hoping that by writing something, I make it true
regardless of what is really happening.
But
I know when I ran an errand Friday that required I physically go to an AT&T
store (and yes, they tried giving me the hard-sell to contemplate buying a new
phone, even though the one I have now is barely over a year old), I was shocked
at how few people were out and about.
The
particular store I went to in suburban Chicago is part of a larger shopping
area, and shares a parking lot with a Best Buy store – one of those big boxes
that typically is particularly gross in trying to sway people in to shop now
with so-called holiday retail bargains.
The
traffic appeared to be little more than what would be seen on any other Friday
mid-day. It didn’t feel like the “Black Friday” holiday at all. Does that mean
the retailers who supposedly don’t clear into the black financially for the
year until now are still in the red?
Art Institute Chgo's gift to Midwest?
SHOULD
WE FEEL sorry for them that the crowds of shoppers trying to find that
so-called perfect give to give to Uncle Frankie so he can exchange it for
something else during come the late December post-Christmas (he’ll claim it’s
the wrong color, but his real objection would be that the XXL size you got him
fits perfectly, but he doesn’t want to admit he’s THAT big) aren’t quite so
enormous?
Or
could it be that many people are coming to the same realization I came to years
ago – trying to deal with the holiday shopping crowds on this particular day
truly stinks! There are better ways to shop without following the leader –
being led by the nose by those advertisements and coupons that retailers put in
the Thursday newspapers (and that some people tackily try to steal for free –
while leaving the actual editorial content unsold).
A scene we no longer see in downtown Chicago proper
As
for those who haven’t learned, perhaps the computer problems experienced Friday
by Macy’s (a.k.a., the dirty rats who stole the name “Marshall Field’s” from
the Chicago scene) will sway more.
The
Friday news reports tell of glitches that prevent people trying to use their
Macy’s charge cards from being able to buy anything. Although it seems the
problems arise for anybody who tries to buy more than $100 – which is exactly the
kind of person Macy’s wants out today (they could care less about the guy
looking to buy a package of boxer shorts – which can be as little as a $17.99
purchase if one is particularly cheap).
IT
WAS CASH-ONLY at Macy’s, which is such an anti-21st Century attitude
(albeit one that I try to follow whenever possible) that I’m sure many would-be
followers will be incredibly offended.
So
much so they’ll storm off to Kohl’s or J.C. Penney’s or whatever other option they
happen to have available to them.
It’s
a bit of that holiday shopping frustration that I wish could convince people
there has to be a more rational way to do this than think there’s actually
something special about this day-after-Thanksgiving that requires us to shop!
It
makes me think to the old days when the idea of a downtown holiday shopping
trip was as much about the spectacle – particularly in Chicago where many still
mourn the loss of Field’s because the old State Street store’s windows no
longer have those unique (remember Uncle Mistletoe?) decorations.
THE
WINDOWS STILL exist under the Macy’s brand name, but I’ve already read Facebook
rants about how Macy’s has desecrated the whole concept with their generic decorations.
Which
may be some people taking the whole concept far too seriously.
But
now that “Black Friday” has come and gone, maybe we all now can relax just a
bit – something we all probably can use after the stress of the Thanksgiving
festivities and the Christmas/Hanukkah/whichever holiday you do activities that
will come up in coming weeks.
A
bit of relaxation might be what we as a society needs – just before the moment
that President Donald J. Trump decides to screw up a national mood of peace by
going on yet another irrational Tweet-from-a-Twit rant about how somebody is
committing “War” on the Christmas holiday spirit.
I
have my own reasons for being upset with President Donald J. Trump and his
attempt recently to use the upcoming winter holidays as another weapon in his
ideological war for the mood of the nation.
Would the Macy's department store on State Street offend the presidential sensibilities for winter holiday celebrations. Photographs by Gregory Tejeda
It’s
that Trump is just as guilty of watering down the Christmas spirit as those people
he thinks he’s lambasting.
FOR
TO ME, part of the problem with people losing the meaning or point of the
Christmas holiday is that we start taking up its trappings so early. We’re not
even at Halloween yet, but there are some people already preparing for the
onslaught of Santa Clauses, reindeer and snowmen.
Trump,
by bringing up this issue so early, is just as bad!
It’s
too early to be thinking about Christmas, particularly since it’s still too
early to be giving the Thanksgiving holiday much regard.
That
bothers me just as much as the fact that he’s trying to turn the concept of “Merry
Christmas” into a weapon that people hurl at those who happen not to share in
their beliefs.
SOMEHOW,
I CAN’T help but think the true concept of the birth of Christ, with all the
significance it carries to those of Christian religious faiths, is grossly
disrespected by using such an image to taunt other people.
Does the holiday menorah in Chicago have to go in a Trump-inspired world?
For
the record, Trump made his holiday-related rant to a gathering of the Values
Voter Summit, put together by the Family Research Council in Washington, D.C.
He let it be known he’s all for “stopping cold the attacks on Judeo-Christian
values,” which is how he wants to perceive those people who use “Happy Holidays”
as an all-purpose greeting to accommodate everybody’s particular winter
holiday.
Odd
that an attempt to include everybody is somehow seen as a taunt by those who
want their own perceptions to prevail over all in our society, and our society
to dominate over all that exist on this Planet Earth.
Sufficient religious display for people about to embark on airline flights?
Which
makes me wonder if life is ever found to exist on other planets throughout the
galaxy, will the people in support of this Age of Trump that we’re now in try
to start up a crusade to ensure that alien races acknowledge and properly
worship the so-called superiority of Donald J. Trump?
THE
WHOLE EFFORT sounds absurd when you put it in those terms. Then again,
absurdity has never stopped the Trump types from spouting out their latest
ridiculous rhetoric.
Including
the president’s own desire to make “Merry Christmas” a priority. Will this rank
up equally with making sure those ingrate pro football players stand at attention
during the National Anthem? Or is that article in The New Yorker where Trump criticizes Vice President Mike Pence evidence that he's already moved on to something else?
Does it all mean that Trump has the attention span of a gnat, and has become bored
with that issue and needs a constant influx of confusion and mayhem to keep himself amused?
Sufficient holiday adornment for our govt. buildings?
The
whole while ignoring the real problems that confront our society and our
planet. Which he probably thinks of as boring details that could better be
delegated to someone else so he’ll have time for another Mar-A-Lago-style
weekend with golf.
BUT
BACK TO the Christmas crusade, which may also be an effort at misdirection on
the part of Trump, who was getting some criticism for even attending the
gathering of religious-oriented individuals.
Trump
is the first U.S. president to ever attend the group’s gatherings, and some
activist-types were quick to point out that many of the people inclined to
attend were those who use their religious beliefs to justify their white
supremacist attitudes towards life.
As
in “God Hates You” because you’re not a white Southern male – an attitude I
have trouble accepting as being a part of any legitimate religious faith.
Just
as I can’t believe that anybody seriously believes in using “Merry Christmas”
as their winter holiday weapon of choice, when the attitude they’re really
expressing with such talk is something more along the lines of, “Bah, Humbug!”
We’re
in a pretty intense holiday weekend; not only is it Christmas Eve and Day, it’s
also the beginning of the Eight Days of Hanukkah and we’ll soon be in Kwanzaa.
Best wishes to you if you happened to have chance to pass this holiday decoration on your way out of town for the weekend. Photographs by Gregory Tejeda
A
holiday for just about any faith or occasion one would want to celebrate. And
boy, do we need it.
FOR
WE WENT through a hellish campaign cycle that particularly dragged out the
ugliest of tensions that separate us in our society. We definitely need
something all around to alleviate such hostile feelings – particularly for those
who saw the final election results come out this week and still can’t get over
the fact that Hillary Clinton could clean Donald Trump’s clock by some 2.9
million votes.
And
still lose!!!
So
it is with even stronger-than-usual feelings that I say anybody actually
reading this commentary on Saturday or Sunday needs to get a life. Log off the
computer or whatever device you happen to be using to access the Internet and
go do something in the real world. Celebrate. Be merry, jolly or downright
joyful.
There
is nothing that will be in the blogosphere during this holiday weekend of any
great significance that you can’t wait until Monday to read all about it.
ALTHOUGH
FOR THOSE of you who just need to see something visual before logging off for
the day, I’m digging out a couple of audio/video links on off-beat Christmas-themed
songs.
It's also the beginning of Hanukkah on Saturday. Or does mentioning that fact constitute "war" on X-mas (whose spelling that way is the truly offensive act).
I
always get a kick out of hearing Chuck Berry’s take on “Merry Christmas, Baby.”
I always find Celia Cruz’ Spanish-language version of “Jingle Bells” (“Soy Feliz
en la Navidad,” when translated en Español) to be cheerful.
Then
there’s always that old cartoon take of “Hardrock, Coco and Joe” that many of
us Chicago natives remember seeing as kids while watching “Ray Rayner and
Friends” on television just before the holidays.
I
pick it because it was always a particular favorite of my brother Christopher,
whose lack of presence in my life the past year continues to leave a sore spot for
me emotionally.
A
Facebook “friend” of mine (as in someone who used to be a daily part of my life
but whom I haven’t seen face-to-face in years) posted an intriguing thought
Thursday – cancel Christmas and instead donate whatever money you’d have spent
to a charity.
Does this sight make you feel merry as you leave (or return to) Chicago? Photograph by Gregory Tejeda
I’m
sure there are some people to whom the very thought of “cancelling” Christmas
is something they’re going to find repulsive – they’ll probably think this is
part of the ongoing “War on Christmas” that they perceive because some people
have the nerve to acknowledge there are other holidays of religious
significance that occur around this time of year.
BUT
THERE IS a part of me that does find the idea intriguing enough to wonder if it
would actually be more in the spirit of Christmas to think of what you can do
to make others happy – rather than the usual gift-giving orgy.
It
also catches me at a holiday season which I will be the first to admit will be
a bit more low-key than some Christmas celebrations in the past.
With
both my brother and mother gone and my father having converted to Judaism, I
don’t have immediate family with whom to get all worked up over images of Santa
Claus or repeated watchings of little Ralphie wanting the BB gun, then nearly
shooting his eye out, in “A Christmas Story.”
While
my father and step-mother do always include me in their Hanukkah celebrations,
this year is also taking a turn because of scheduling conflicts.
WHILE
THEY WILL do the ritual of lighting the candles on the eight nights of Hannukah
beginning Saturday night, the actual celebration where family gets together and
there will be some gift exchanges is being put off until some time in January.
Even
then, there aren’t any really young children in that part of the family. So
watching kids get all anxious to open presents is something of the past.
So
the idea of doing something of a more charitable nature is an idea swirling about
my head. Although being able to pick a single charity with which to do
something of significance is something I’d have to think long-and-hard about.
I
suppose I could make several small donations and claim to have spread my good
will around. But then I’d hear the spirit of my brother, Christopher, telling
me that I’m being a cheapskate by not doing something truly significant for
somebody.
THIS
HOLIDAY SEASON will be a lower-key one, and perhaps that is to be expected with
the passage of time. I can’t envision the holiday ever meaning as much to me in
life as it did back when I was something like eight or nine years old.
So
perhaps the idea of “cancelling” Christmas is something to be considered.
Although
it wouldn’t truly be cancelling Christmas as much as the idea of downplaying
all the trivial nonsense that is associated with the winter holidays and that
we have been bombarded with by retailers since back before Halloween as they
desperately try to get us to buy, buy and buy any many consumer goods as
possible.
Which
may make for a Very Merry Christmas, a Happy Hanukkah or a nifty Kwanzaa for
retailers – whom I’ve always suspected view the holidays as something created
for the betterment of their financial bottom line. They probably thought “A
Christmas Carol” (everybody with sense knows British actor Alastair Sim is the only real "Ebenezer Scrooge") was a wonderful story UNTIL that Scrooge character got all
soft and wimpy after being visited by all those Christmas spirits.
THE
REALITY IS that the commercial atmosphere cheapens the holiday to the point
where the idea of taking a pass on the consumerism almost feels like a celebration
more faithful to the real purpose of these holidays.
There
has to be a more serious reason for the celebrations people are going to do
this weekend than whether or not my niece, Meira (she’s soon going to turn 14)
actually gets the Timberland-brand boots she has been hinting at wanting for
months now.
Besides,
I suspect that whatever I actually wind up doing Saturday night into Sunday
will wind up being more relaxing, which is something I can actually use
following what has been a chaotic year.
A
chance to chill out, at least until some editor somewhere makes a frantic call
to me saying there’s empty space somewhere that needs to be filled, and I’d
better get off my duff and write something to fill it so that an advertisement promoting post-Christmas holiday sales can be sold right next to it!
I
realize that many retail-type businesses started decorating for the Christmas
holiday over a month ago – just prior to the sugar rush for kids otherwise
known as Halloween.
Will this display window remain in use through Valentine's Day? Photographs by Gregory Tejeda
But
I have to admit a journey I made Sunday to “that Great street” threw me for a
bit of a loop – and I don’t mean the one that circulates el trains around the
downtown area.
Is this "A" quality work?
FOR
THE DISPLAY windows at Macy’s (the one-time Marshall Field’s) aren’t fully
prepared for the holidays. Does this mean Macy’s is slacking off and lagging
behind in preparing its holiday window display? Or are they kicking in with
something that ought to be complete right about the time that Christmas
actually arrives?
It
seems the theme for this year is some sort of combination of Christmas with
Valentine’s Day – a whole lot of hearts and pink and a combination of the two
days.
Which
is cute. I’m not complaining. Although it just seems so weak compared to the
holiday displays I recall from childhood at the old Marshall Field’s – whose bronze
signs remain on the façade of the building, largely because they’re
historically significant and Macy’s wouldn’t be allowed to remove them no
matter how much they may want to.
The Macy's façade prepares to symbolically blare out the joys of the holiday
Then
again, times change. And I’m sure at least a few readers will dismiss me as an
old codger for reminiscing about the long-gone days of Uncle Mistletoe.
ONE
THING I couldn’t help but notice on Sunday, a few of the windows along
Washington Street had special labels indicating they were the result of the
Practicum Visual Class at nearby Columbia College.
A leftover sign of the days of old when Marshall Field &Co. would have given the Christmas holiday a particularly-Chicago signature
In
the past, Field’s had their own full-time staff dedicated to those window
displays – they were a source of professional pride.
Now,
they’re just a class project. Let’s only hope we got “A” grade-level work for
our holiday this season.
And we'll see how nice the displays look for this holiday season -- which is approaching rapidly, since the city's official holiday tree has already arrived and will soon be on display for all to see.
