When I was a child, we didn’t have snow for Christmas. In fact, it was usually very hot, since I grew up in the Southern Hemisphere with December 25th falling on one of the hottest days of the year. One time it got to 42 degrees Celsius. Luckily we had a small swimming pool at our house.
My earliest memories from Christmas are from Argentina, in the house where we lived at the time. I remember mostly eating a lot and seeing a lot of family members I wouldn’t see for the rest of the year. Uncles, cousins, aunts. I don’t really remember any gifts I may have received at that time, or whether I liked them or not. But I remember the good moments filled with food and family.
I don’t know if I saw any religious significance in it at that time, or perhaps I was too young to think about it. But my parents used to put up a small Nativity scene, as it’s traditional in Argentina (my parents still do it, although on a smaller scale), so the Christian imagery wasn’t completely absent. Also, in Argentina, as in Spain, they used to celebrate Reyes too (Epiphany or the visit of the three Wise Kings) on January 6th, and I remember putting straw and a bowl of water by the door for the camels.
I don’t remember any particular Christmas tree, although I suppose we put them up. I have a vague remembrance of a general green-and-red decoration. I don’t even remember if Santa Claus came or not, or if anyone dressed like him. I think that the three Wise Kings were more important in Argentina back then, and Santa Claus only took over the holiday season later. But I remember spending time with family.
Was Christmas less commercial back then? I just rewatched “A Charlie Brown Christmas”, Charles Schulz’s masterpiece, and apparently the commercialization of Christmas was a concern already back in 1965, years before I was even born. And yet, I don’t remember it in my childhood being so much about receiving lots of gifts or buying a lot of stuff as it was about meeting with relatives, even distant ones that I hardly met otherwise.
Even as I grew up, it remained like that, and that’s why I always liked Christmas. For several years it was still possible in Christmas to meet with parents, siblings and other family members, even with everyone living in a different part of the world. This year is an exception. This year everyone is even farther away than usual, so, we’ll have to do with Skype. (No, sorry, Microsoft killed Skype. It will have to be some other similar video call service.)
I wish I had something deep or important to say. But I really don’t. I just wanted to note down a few random memories and to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.
In the last few days, I made a short animation which was supposed to be a parody of Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” — originally it would include a visit of the three ghosts to Mr. Scrooge — but, without time or resources, I had to simplify it a lot. I am not even sure the story makes sense now. But it is what it is. A call for world peace, I suppose, as naive as that sounds in this day and age.
Merry Christmas!
