Blessings of the season.

My now-annual holiday post, an essay I wrote for the Chicago Tribune a few years back. If you’re celebrating, have a wonderful and very merry Christmas — and if not, I hope you have a really terrific Tuesday!

Church of the Nativity, Bethlehem; Christmas c. 1930s

Church of the Nativity, Bethlehem; Christmas c. 1930s

It’s about bringing light into dark places, isn’t it?

As I understand the winter holidays, our Holy Days, this is what they mean: Hope, life, tomorrow. Light, where there was none.

That’s what we mean at my house when we light our menorah, and that’s what we talk about with the kids. For eight nights, after saying the blessings, we sing a sweet, rousing song in Hebrew that announces to the darkness that it shall have no quarter: “Each of us is a small candle,” we sing. “Together, we are a great light.”

And though I am not a Christian, it seems to me that that is what Jesus’s birth means, too. Light in dark places, a small baby who brought hope to millions. “The weary world rejoices,” goes Oh Holy Night, one of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever heard, “for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.”

And Kwanza? I’m white, but it seems to me that lighting candles to remember the struggles of the Black people, to reflect on unity, and to anticipate the future triumph over oppression is a statement of hope most deep.

There is so much darkness in the world, there always has been. But God – or Nature, or our own collective Best Self – has given us the tools to drive it back. The Jewish tradition speaks of tikkun olam, repairing the world in conjunction with the Almighty. This is our job, our highest calling. To quote another song, “We’re one, but we’re not the same. We get to carry each other.”

And indeed, we are not the same. Our holidays are not the same, and even within our communities, our understanding of those holidays is not always the same. But in our own ways, we all seek a brighter tomorrow, a world without war, without hunger, without despair. And these holidays, even the ones that are not in my own heritage, can serve to remind me of that – as well as reminding me that there are many ways of battling evil and wrong, and that we need all of them.

We were created in a mighty multitude, and I believe God knew what He was doing when He made us different. Different brings creativity, it brings unknown joys, it brings solutions. I don’t need you to light candles at my house to believe that you are doing what you can to make the world a better place.

Every year at about this time, we hear over and over again, as we rush about our business,  that we don’t focus enough on “what really matters.” We hear from Jews who are sick of being wished a Merry Christmas, Christians who believe that one could, actually, take the Christ out of Christmas, and worshippers of the Simple who decry the cultural trappings of the whole thing. Our national anxiety about being made a victim comes to the top, and it isn’t pretty.

We need to stop. Take a nap, maybe have a cookie, and then look at each other. We’re trying our best, almost all of us, I’m certain. Sure we need to focus on “what really matters,” but bottom line, that’s what we’re trying to do.

We’re human, so sometimes we don’t do it very well. But I am certain that when my Christian neighbors tell me “Merry Christmas,” they’re just wishing me well. And when parents buy a lot of plastic for their kids, they’re just hoping for that up-from-the-gut smile that only a kid can give. Neither of these things are bad; neither of them can reduce in any way the power of the Divine to guide and comfort us.

And after all of this is behind us, it will be a new year. Let’s agree to fill it with hope, and with as much light as we can muster, for the victims of Katrina who are still without homes; for the people living with AIDS in African shanty-towns; for Israeli and Palestinian children who are growing up afraid; for the women of Darfur who cannot get water for their families for fear they will be raped. The world is a dark place; we are the ones who can bring the light in.

Emily L. Hauser is a freelance writer living in Oak Park.

(C) Chicago Tribune, 2005


  1. JHarper2

     /  December 24, 2012

    Emily, you said it better than I could. Here are my thoughts today.
    (I hope the wordpress elves let my formatting through, come on elves, there are only two links).
    I saw the sundogs today. Firedogs are a name for the supports that a fire in a fireplace rest upon, to lift the fire from the hearth to provide air flow and allow the fire to burn hotter and more cleanly. By association the sundogs are columns like unto a rainbow that stand upright in the sky on either side of the sun at about 20 degrees distance. Ice crystals in the air refract the sunlight and provide this pale beauty of a natural phenomenon. Last night and yesterday we had abou 6=8cms of snow, and because it was chilly it was the light fluffy Currier and Ives type, with many reflective facets.

    Although it is cold in winter here, it is usually bright and sunny, which helps ward of Seasonal Affective Disorder, that and the near universal custom of a week in the sun.

    To all those who celebrate Christmas, or celebrate with those who do, a Merry Christmas.
    For those who celebrate otherwise or not at all, all the best as the days lengthen.
    For those whose tables will have gaps and mourn, I hope you will be comforted.


    • JHarper2

       /  December 24, 2012

      It seems even the elves who toil in the dark depths of blogging enable-ation have some spirit of light today, huzzah.

    • I literally caught my breath when I clicked through to that sundog picture. Wowie. Thank you so much for sharing that! I’mma put it in the open thread, too. I had no idea such a thing even existed.

  2. JHarper2

     /  December 24, 2012

    Emily said, The world is a dark place; we are the ones who can bring the light in.
    Leonard said:
    Ring the bells that still can ring
    Forget your perfect offering
    There is a crack in everything
    That’s how the light gets in.

    JH says
    Don’t try to be perfect, try to be the best you can be, that may bring out the light, the best in others.
    And for heaven or pity’s sakes, this holiday, forgo the “airing of the grievances” and may all feats of strength be for the common good.

    • May all feats of strength be for the common good – indeed! I like that.

      And Jack said:

      Love is better than anger.
      Hope is better than fear.
      Optimism is better than despair.
      So let us be loving, hopeful, and optimistic,
      And we’ll change the world.

  3. BJonthegrid

     /  December 24, 2012

    This was nice Emily!

  4. I am glad i found your blog, will follow with interest! Your avvy – is it a scan from Kabbalah Cards (looks very similar to the one i have!)

  5. Makovnik

     /  December 24, 2012

    Lovely. Thanks and blessings to you too.

  6. What a beautiful essay this is. Thank you for sharing it.

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