I HATE CHRISTMAS! Although it’s sad to say, for as long as I can remember I have always felt this way. Perhaps it is from the dysfunctional family I where I was raised. Or maybe it’s from all the holiday seasons I spent alone. Being a single father for several years knowing my son would spend those days with his mother and her extended family. It may have been just a self-protection mode, but saying I hate Christmas would be an understatement. In truth, I would give Ebeneezer Scrooge a run for his money. Speaking of money, I always thought that Christmas was a huge expense and for what? To give gifts that no one really needs and receiving even worse gifts. I’ve always heard that it’s not the gift, but the thought that counts. I agree. Good thoughts bring good gifts. I wonder what the thought was behind so many of those horrible gifts. Bah humbug! Even churches have lost the meaning of Christmas. Last year I saw a church program that did a play about a post-apocalyptic box with a light in it. What the ….? Bah humbug, again.
Sorry, if I’ve gotten you down or if I’m starting to dampen your Christmas spirit, but that’s not the end of the story. All those years I have hated the holiday, somewhere deep inside I have always love the classic tale, A Christmas Carol. If you’ve lived on some other planet and have never seen the movie (everyone knows the best version is the one with George C. Scott) or read the book, you’ve missed out. It’s an amazing story of an old miser, Ebeneezer Scrooge (my namesake in Christmas attitude), who is visited by three ghosts on Christmas Eve. It is a story of reflection, restitution and redemption. In the end, Scrooge discovers that his feelings about Christmas not only hurt himself, but all of those around him. I always wanted that story where I would wake up and someone would intervene and show me the meaning of Christmas. I guess that’s where the Mastermind comes in and brings that intervention. It all started with the Mental Diet, I found that it is up to me to eliminate the negative attitudes and the past memories that destroy my joy. The diet is sort of the Ghost of Christmas Past, showing the path to forgiveness and my own personal redemption.
Perhaps that makes Mark and Davene, the Ghosts of Christmas Present. Their ability to open my eyes and see the world as it is and where my negativity has brought me.
They also have shown that I have the ability to choose my reality and make it what I want it to be. In my analogy, I am my own Ghost of Christmas To Come. Having seen the possibilities, I know that I can never go back to the mental world I left behind. Refusing to change creates my own sad, horrific ending.
Luckily, this story has a happy ending. I can choose to create a different, better reality. I am happy to report that I am the proud owner of a new Christmas tree. I haven’t had one in many years. It lights up my home and reminds me daily of the changes that are bringing new realities into the physical world. My closet is full of presents because I know that I must “give without the expectation of reciprocity.” I need to give, not because others need what I present, but because generosity builds my character. I titled this blog Scrooge No More, but in the end, I really want to be like him. Scrooge recognized his dead-end path and changed his destination. I am, too. At the end of the book Dickens wrote, “…he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us!”