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Christmas Cards

December 21st, 2025

I send Christmas cards. Lots of them. I think that my wife and I have mailed over seventy cards this year. I have posted most of them. Almost every day I wrote notes in some cards, put stamps on their envelopes, and dropped them into mailboxes.

Why do that?

The main reason that I send out Christmas cards is because I like doing it. I suppose that is the main reason for me to do anything. In this case, I do it in order to maintain the tenuous relationships I have with far-flung friends and family. I write cards to people all over the world, and with some of them I haven’t seen their faces or heard their voices in decades. Yet I still feel a connection with them. Sometimes we get responses to our cards, but often we don’t. Writing a card is a lot like putting a message in a bottle and tossing it into the sea. The recipient might get it, and they might read it, and they just maybe might write back. Writing and sending physical messages is an anachronistic practice, one that is nearly lost in our age. However, it a means of communication that has soul. There is something almost magical about sending or getting a handwritten card.

It should be noted that I am choosy about what kind of card I send to an individual. Some folks are very focused on the religious aspect of Christmas, and to those persons I usually send a card with a Christian theme. However, I know Jews, Muslims, Buddhist, and atheists who don’t give a hoot about the birth of Christ, yet they celebrate during the season. They get other types of cards. My Jewish friends all got Hanukkah cards. We are celebrating different festivals, but they long for the same things: love, joy, and peace. I try to express similar hopes and wishes in the cards I send to other non-Christians. My family celebrates Christmas, but the message of the Incarnation is universal.

I know people who are insistent that Christmas be solely about Jesus. These are the ones who believe there is a secular war against Christmas. There may in fact be a war, but the real enemies of the holiday are consumerism and greed. Christmas has always been tied with paganism in some way, and that is not necessarily a bad thing. Years ago, we had a real tree in our house and burned real candles on it. That’s a very old German tradition that harks back to pre-Christian times. Christmas has a deep connection with ancient feasts that celebrated the winter solstice and the rebirth of the sun. The holiday is fundamentally about the return of light and warmth in a world that has become cold and dead. The symbolism is all around us this time of year. I have only to look out my window and see all the Christmas lights trying to bring a bit of joy to my part of the world.

When I send a card, I write a message in it tailored to the recipient. I seldom just scribble my name on a card and call it done. Do others actually care what I say? Maybe not. I think they realize that some effort has been put forth. I hope the recognize that I give a damn.

Peace on earth.

Not Home for the Holidays

November 30th, 2025

“All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?” – from “Eleanor Rigby” by the Beatles

Three of us sat at the dining room table for Thanksgiving dinner: Karin, Asher, and me. Our holiday meal was simple. We had chicken, a green bean casserole, zucchini fries, and a yogurt dessert that Karin had dreamed up. I think Asher, our nearly five-year-old grandson, actually ate mac and cheese, but at least he ate with us. Karin and I have three children. None of them were able to be with us on Thanksgiving. Our tiny gathering in no way resembled the Normal Rockwell painting from The Saturday Evening Post in 1943. I suspect that almost no Thanksgiving dinners look like what Rockwell idealized.

Thanksgiving is a strange beast. It is officially a secular event with all the trappings of a religious holiday. It commemorates the first Thanksgiving in 1621 when Pilgrim colonists in Massachusetts shared a feast with members of the Wampanoag tribe. The original gathering has a symbolic and mythical status. The current holiday is supposed to be an occasion for people to share food with others and express gratitude for what they have. It is also an opportunity to overeat, binge-watch TV, and then buy unnecessary consumer goods the following day. Thanksgiving is a day full of contradictions. As such, it is profoundly American.

Karin and I said a Christian prayer before we ate our meal with Asher. Then we recited a Japanese Buddhist verse that we learned from our friends, Senji and Gilberto, long ago. We chanted “Na Mu Myo Ho Ren Ge Kyo” three times, and then we joined hands with Asher and said, “Froelich heisst beim Abendessen: Guten Appatit!” (a German phrase that Karin learned as a child that roughly translates to: “Happy means at dinner ‘have a good appetite'”.

Years ago, before Asher entered our lives, I used to go with a small group of people from the American Legion to visit patients in the psych ward at the local VA hospital. We went there every Tuesday evening for a couple hours to spend time with the vets. Around the holidays, especially Thanksgiving and Christmas, the ward was packed full of patients. Holidays that emphasized being with family and friends were particularly painful for veterans who had no loved ones. The loneliness that these vets could somehow keep in check during most of the year overwhelmed them, and they wound up in a hospital ward loaded up with strangers who felt equally forgotten. I’m glad that I had the chance to spend a few hours with these men and women. We shared our common humanity for a little while, and I learned things from them.

Our culture and our technology encourage us to remain isolated. We need to be physically together at least once in a while. I give thanks for Asher and Karin for being in my life every day. I look forward to being with others too.

An Abundance of Holidays

November 5th, 2025

I recently finished reading “The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store” by James MacBride. It’s a fascinating novel set in a small Pennsylvania town in 1936. The major theme seems to be about the difficulties that minorities have with becoming integral parts of American society. The book focuses on the struggles of Jews and Blacks. This is a story that resonates in our present age. We have always been a country that tries to balance unity and diversity, often with unsatisfactory results.

The book makes me think about the city in which I have lived since 1988. I reside in Oak Creek, Wisconsin, a community that is semirural, but getting less rural every day. When my family first moved here, the population was overwhelmingly white, mostly people of German or Polish descent. Now it’s very different. The demographics have radically changed.

I take my grandson, Asher, to the Oak Creek Library quite often. We go to the children’s section. He plays with the toys there and sometimes I read a book to him. The library has a prominent display of holiday books for kids. There are several shelves filled with stories about different holidays that come up during the course of the year. In total, there are probably over one hundred available for children or their parents to read.

The library has had a display like this for as long as I can remember, but as the years have gone by, the types of books have changed. Years ago, the holiday books only referred to traditional festivals, like Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, St. Patrick’s Day, Valentine’s Day, and Halloween. Now, there are books about Passover and Hannukah, Ramadan and Eid, the Lunar New Year, Diwali, and Juneteenth /day. The number of holidays that are included on the shelves has exploded.

It would be tempting to think that perhaps some cabal of woke librarians decided to include all of these more exotic holidays among the books displayed. I suspect that is not the case. The reason for that is that as each one of these holidays approaches on the calendar, the section of the shelves that houses the books for that event empties out. This implies that people are checking out the books on that particular holiday and reading them. There is a market for these stories among the local population. This further implies that the city is a place of diversity.

I can see that reality whenever I take Asher to the library or to a local playground. He plays with children from all sorts of ethnic and racial backgrounds. A city and a country that is culturally diverse is Asher’s present situation and it is his future.

The United States government is currently fighting against diversity in its myriad forms. That is like swimming against the tide. Diversity is here to stay. We need to accept that fact, and work toward a new form of unity.