John Cuddeback has just drawn to my attention an article he wrote about one of Belloc's most heart warming essays: 'A Remaining Christmas'. John is a philosophy professor and you can read his online musings on his own blog: Bacon from Acorns - a philosophy of household. Belloc's full essay can be read here.
''Christmas is not the birth of Christ; what the birth of Christ was, and is, will never change. Christmas is our celebration, our marking of the birth of Christ - and it has changed, and is still changing.
“People ask themselves how much remains of this observance and of the feast and its customs.” So mused Hilaire Belloc over eighty-five years ago in his essay, “A Remaining Christmas.” Cognizant of a general loss of age-old Christmas traditions, Belloc set out to record how Christmas was still celebrated in his home in Sussex. Much more than a tale of quaint holiday practices, the essay is a profound reflection on the place of such observances in human life.
“Man has a body as well as a soul, and the whole of man, soul and body, is nourished sanely by a multiplicity of observed traditional things.” Belloc focuses especially on how two great threats to the wholeness of human existence - namely death, and “a perpetual series of lesser deaths … called change, are challenged, chained, and put in their place by unaltered and successive acts of seasonable” observances.
In Belloc’s vision, the observance of Christmas is taken up into something large and serious. At stake here is something far beyond contemporary conceptions of “How was your Christmas?” How we keep Christmas has a real urgency; at issue is our happiness, and even our sanity. Belloc was keenly sensitive to the rending power of what St. Augustine called death-in-life: ‘change’. Change is often experienced as a threat to what we hold most dear; we have a natural desire to get beyond change, and to rest secure in that which is stable. The greatest things in life are those that don’t change, or those that we would rather didn’t have to change.
Yet change is essential to the human lot in this world, and the quality of our life depends upon reckoning well with it. Observances such as that of Christmas are a central element of this well-reckoning. To do Christmas well, according to Belloc, is to connect self and loved ones with something unchanging. Keeping Christmas well, in other words, can keep us well.
Part of the connection with things unchanging is precisely that our observances are traditional: handed down by those who went before, and received and continued, essentially unaltered. Going through the same motions, especially as regards things sacred, somehow makes us one again with those absent. They are with us in what we do just as they did.
As a child, I looked forward to Christmas for some time before it came. When Christmas had come and gone there was always a strong note of sadness, even regret. I don’t think this necessarily means there was something wrong in our celebration, though it could mean that. While there will surely always be a certain sadness at the passing of this great season, I think the more we become capable of celebrating Christmas rightly, the more our observance will have the power to raise us above, and even transform, our sorrows.
Christmas is the primordial birthday celebration. When a baby is born into a home, something utterly unique happens. On that day, and for a number afterwards, it is as though time stands still. Something much greater and more significant than work-a-day concerns has broken through. Our baby is here. She belongs to us; we belong to her. And nothing else matters, now that we are together. Or in any case, nothing can take away our joy. The days are filled with soft blankets, beautiful cards, balloons, photos, special meals - all imbued with the power of that baby’s presence.
Christmas can be that way, too. A baby has arrived in our home, and all of us together receive him. He belongs to us; we belong to him. Nothing else matters now that we are together. And we mark this arrival with fitting signs and activities, all imbued with the power of that baby’s presence.
But at Christmas, the means we use to observe the day - the season - have a special burden, and power. Unlike when our own baby is born, at Christmas no baby comes physically into the home. It is our observances that especially must bring his birth to mind and heart, and home.
And just as certain things fittingly mark the arrival of child, some observances are fitting for Christmas, and some are not. In general, the many traditional European ways of celebrating Christmas - through song, games, festive meals, silence, and, especially, worship - were the fruit of profound insight born of love and experience. While a slavish reproduction of exterior observances is not desirable, we would do well to learn from these traditions, for therein we can see how the proper interior dispositions - such as gratitude, humility, joy, and piety - give form to fitting exterior expressions. “Indeed, modern men who lack such things lack sustenance, and our fathers who founded all those ritual observances were very wise,” writes Belloc.
Wendell Berry has suggested that in contemporary society, shopping has become the common recourse for alleviating our boredom with life. It is perhaps perversely fitting that shopping and an associated consumerism are what have most encroached upon and replaced the traditional observance of Christmas. Whatever remains, or is to be restored, of a sane observance of Christmas will have to be fortified against this attack, so magnified through the home-penetrating tentacles of technology.
It is no accident that many experience Christmas as the saddest time of year. Absence is felt most keenly when presence is most expected. But perhaps the desire for presence, the desire to unite with those we love, will prod us to strike a blow for stability, for the things that endure. Perhaps more of us will just say no some things, such as incessant shopping, and entertainment, and other banalities and distractions, for the sake of saying yes to richer things, through a fitting keeping of Christmas.
This will be my first Christmas without my father, who died in September. It will be a serious test for me regarding Belloc’s reflections. Will Christmas intensify the loss, or will Dad and I experience a deeper connection through my family’s intentional observance of Christmas? My hunch is that the answer is both. And for this, I think I should be grateful.''
This article was first published here on Aleteia.