I have often said that no one loves the Xmas season as much as I do. That may or may not be true, but I definitely give other competitors a run for their money.

I am a confirmed atheist, so it’s never been about the religious aspects of the holiday, but the things that colour the season – the lights, decorated trees, the ever-present holiday music, the parties and gatherings, the customs and traditions: Charlie Brown, multiple iterations of the Grinch, Frosty, Rudolph, Ebenezer Scrooge, George Bailey & his wonderful life, Ralphie and his beebee gun, Will Ferrell as the most sincere elf in existence, and the Clark Griswold family Xmas disaster. Did you notice that I never said gifts and shopping?  I participate in that and do take pleasure in finding someone a great gift, but I truly would enjoy the entire season just as much if I never received a gift or had to buy one. Anytime I hear someone complain about how commercial the season is, I suggest they spend less time shopping in stores and on-line. There are at least 150 ways that someone can enjoy the season if they are compelled to, and most of these do not involve standing in line in a store.

In our house, we love Halloween. But honestly, once the decorations are put away and the jack-o-lanterns are composting, my lovely husband understands that there exists a chance that I might be playing occasional holiday music. It evokes so much happiness for me, that I have always found the expectation that Xmas music only be played within a week or two of December 25 to be really limiting. What I find amusing is that, because so much of the holiday music we listen to is rooted in childhood traditions, the musical artists involved can be so very random. This can truly be the only time that Glen Campbell, Charlie Brown, Don Ho, The Muppets, New Kids On The Block, Sia, Ella Fitzgerald, Run DMC, and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir can be heard side-by-side, and no one really finds it odd.

Xmas traditions come and go, but one that is key for me is giving back. I’m a big fan of outreach and charity work. When my son was just 4 years old, Drew and I felt strongly that he should have a sense of perspective about how much we have, our place in the world, and how we should never take any of that for granted. About 17 years ago, I joined a grassroots outreach group called Potatoheads that serves fully-dressed baked potatoes and other food at Pigeon Park in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside, one day per month. I would bring Jack with me each time, and he stuck with it until the pre-teen years kicked in, around the time that I took over the group’s coordinator role.  To this day, Potatoheads go down to Pigeon Park in the heart of the DTES every month to serve food and give out second-hand clothing and other essentials. At Xmas, we fundraise to buy items for gift bags that include food, socks, hats, and toiletry items, and are usually able to make and give out well over a hundred of these bags.

When I first started going to the DTES on a regular basis, I had some concerns. Obviously, my son’s safety was the primary one. But I came to realize over a brief period of time that, while it’s a very surreal atmosphere, and I am always keeping my eyes open, the residents are generally kind, appreciative, and open to chatting and jokes. Many seemed particularly impressed that my son was there, and they told him so. One day, someone gave him a Loonie for his efforts, and I told the gentleman that while it was a much-appreciated gesture, he likely needed the money much more than Jack did. He told me in no uncertain terms that he was giving it to my son, and not me. I understood at that moment that he probably felt great to show my son his appreciation this way, so of course, I left it at that. Over the years that Jack came with me, he ended up with further funds, a few Hot Wheels cars, and advice like, “listen to your parents!” and “stay in school!”

It’s deeply satisfying to be able to give food and supplies directly to end users. Over time, I occasionally become skeptical and wonder what difference is truly being made. But it always comes down to two things:  1) people need and 2) I have. And during the holidays, when so many of us are swimming in abundance, the motivation to give feels like the right thing to do. So, we keep doing it.

This extends to our annual holiday party that we throw at the beginning of each December. At our front door, we will have two donation boxes – one for the Vancouver Food Bank and one for the BC SPCA. People are allowed in even if they don’t contribute, and we will treat them just as kindly as the people who do. We promise.

In summary, I love the holiday season for a bunch of reasons. It’s amazing how sensory it all is. The smell of a mandarin orange or a cut Xmas tree can connect me so easily with how blissed out I was every December when I was a kid. Or the first 20 seconds of my favourite Xmas TV special. Or an incredible light display. Or track one/side one of the cheesiest vinyl holiday album that has ever existed, which still manages to make me almost as blissed out as I was when I was little.

I love socializing with family, friends, and neighbours on the 24^th and 25^th, and opening the doors of our house on Boxing Day to whoever wants to join us for leftovers and further hospitality. When I say that everyone here is invited, I’m quite serious. Talk to me after for our address.

Every December, I’m reminded of how lucky I am, not just in what I have, but in what I’m able to share with others. What makes the holidays meaningful for me are: the joy, the socializing, the nostalgia, and simple acts of giving. All that wrapped together with the soundtrack of Charlie Brown Xmas playing in the background can somehow make the world feel a little kinder.