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Christmas: Stress or Stability?

12/17/2018

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For many, the advent of Christmas marks a season of anxiety and stress. Money is tight and fuses are short as extended families bicker about who goes where for Christmas, and what happens once they get there. Stores and online ad campaigns pull at your heart strings and play on your guilt to try to get you to loosen the purse strings and spill all your hard-earned cash into their coffers, so that you can have a faint glimmer of hope of living up to wildly unrealistic expectations. Even the most pious among us can get swept up in the superficiality and busy-ness of the season.

For me growing up, this intensity was seldom apparent. In fact, quite the contrary was true.


Stability and Peace

With virtually no extended family, my mom, Omi and I had few if any competing expectations. As far as gifts were concerned, modesty won out over both extremes of abundance and scarcity. And as Europeans, we would generally forego the traditional Canadian turkey dinner in favour of homemade German potato salad (kartoffelsalat) and wieners w crusty buns and Dijon style mustard, followed by Weinachtsstolle (German fruitcake) and Dominosteine, served on the evening of Dec 24, as soon as my mom got home from work. It was an exciting family gathering, but not a noisy one.


When I was little, my uncle formed part of the small group around the table for dinner. After he died, it was just the three of us for a few years. Later, as a teenager, I remember my mother’s friend, Horst, joining us for Christmas Eve.

Ironically, this annual holiday ritual represented one of the most stable seasons in my otherwise chaotic and unstable upbringing! Despite the schizophrenia, suicidal depression and clinical anxiety that wreaked general havoc my single parent, immigrant family life, Christmas Eve and the events leading up to it seemed like the glue of reliability that held us together year after year, and kept me — as the only child in the midst of this mayhem — sane.

The Reliable “Weinachtsbaum”

Come hell or high water, there was some form of real Christmas tree every year, with the same damned decorations, including the „Strohsterne“ that had been carefully preserved by my great-aunt in Germany and then my grandmother and my mother after her. There were the red balls packed neatly away in yellowing cardboard egg cartons, and there was the always-too-short string of yellow lights to emulate the real candles my grandmother‘s family‘s tree would have sported when the Tannenbaum was unveiled on Heilig Abend in their modest living room each year. (Oh how I longed for the multi-coloured lights and too much tacky tinsel that festooned the plastic trees of my Canadian school chums!)

Symbols of Stability

Unbeknownst to me at the time, that meagre tree, the gifts that surrounded it, and the simple supper of Wuersten with Senf, Kartfoffelsalat and Dominosteine that preceded the opening of said gifts each year provided a beacon of hope in my emotionally tumultuous childhood and adolescence. Where so much uncertainty prevailed, our family’s Christmas rituals represented the security so lacking in other areas of my life.

My family‘s Christmas Eve tradition is one I‘ve insisted on emulating each year into my adulthood, in spite (or perhaps because?) of the fact that my mother died 2 days before Christmas when I was 21, and my grandmother and mom‘s friend Horst are also no longer with us.
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My 14-year-old twins lead even more scrambled lives than I did at their age (along with a competitive helping of insanity and chaos in the emotional states of the adults around them!), and my hope is that the predictability and structure of our Christmas Eve traditions — and in particular, the tree — provides them much-needed stability each year, as it did for me growing up.

What’s on My Tree

Our tree features a combination of old- and new-world tradition. The lights that serve as the base each year are not multi-coloured as I‘d pined for as a child, but the string of soft white mini lights that adorn the tree is sufficiently long so as not to leave giant gaps even those years when we splurge on a larger tree! And in lieu of tinsel, we usually include some form of sheer, golden ribbon poking out here and there. (Reusable, of course!) Next come the red balls in assorted hues and sizes. They are not the same ones my mother used (those have long since broken), but they reflect the overall feel of my childhood Christmas trees.

After the red balls, the homemade wooden stars, painted yellow, that my roommate and I bought on Roncesvalles in my mid-20s after eyeing them in a shop window for some time one year (the same year we stayed up until 4 a.m. baking gingerbread for a house that looked considerably more pathetic in the end than the photo accompanying the recipe on the cover of some Sally Homemaker style holiday magazine that had inspired this foolishness in us!)
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Newer additions include a variety of birds (flying things, for my pilot girlfriend!!) I bought the year Tats and I moved in together, and I was attempting to make Christmas our own (albeit without consulting her first, the perils of which I only discovered later... but that‘s a blog post for another time, or maybe not even!)
Also prominently displayed is a wooden violin from a former musician friend, and a small metal bicycle that Vinx found at a yard sale and brought along one year.
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Tucked away in a corner is a delicate little faux-mother-of-pearl drum, complete with tiny golden drumsticks, which I stole from the tree in the elevator lobby on the floor of the hospital where my mother died.

(My kids, when I told them one year where the drum ornament had come from, were shocked and appalled to learn that their mother stole. I myself continue to harbour mixed feelings about the ethics of the event, in the grander scheme of things.)
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Perched among the lower branches of the tree is a Christmas card with a small aircraft on the front, and several penguins disembarking from said aircraft, onto the icy runway. The card is from an ESL student in a Grade 3 class I once taught - super enthusiastic about everything, this kiddo came to school the week before Christmas holidays fully decked out in a Santa suit each day. He knew Ms Teschow was working on her pilot license, and so he bought a card with an airplane on it!

The card represents my life as a teacher, and fills my heart with love for the many classes with whom I have been lucky enough to forge a student-teacher relationship over the years.
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At the top of the tree sits a rather plain-looking angel.
She is fashioned from paper mache of sorts, and is faceless. I purchased her when my mother died, from the hospice that had looked after her in various ways during the preceding year, and who was selling these homely, handmade creatures as a fundraiser.

Her understated robes wrapped around her, the faceless angel humbly oversees the proceedings from her vantage point, and serves as a reminder of the year my mother died when I was 21, on Dec 22, two days before our annual family Christmas Eve celebration.
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The last items to be placed gingerly wherever we can tuck them safely in are the few remaining „Strohsterne“ handmade probably by my great grandfather (no one‘s left alive to confirm the details), and mailed in a small manilla envelope to my Omi‘s sister in Kassel, Germany in the 1960s.

Somehow they made it to Canada, and here a few of them still are, gracing my family‘s Christmas tree, in 2018!
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And so our Christmas tree finds its way into our annual routine, predicable in both its appearance and content, offering up its cherished heirlooms to whomever in our little circle might appreciate or benefit from these varied traditions.

I hope it will do so for many years to come!
1 Comment
Joel
12/19/2018 09:42:50 am

Fröhliche Weihnachten! ❤

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