Dec. 22, 2009
It seems strange to be celebrating the winter holidays-- Chanukah over, and Christmas fast approaching-- here in Florida, with not a drop of snow on the ground. We lived for many years in New Hampshire, where, as I write, the land is locked in snow. The stuff is deceptive: it looks fluffy and fairy-tale-like while it descends, covering all in a blanket of white, but it's the very devil to shovel. When we moved down here, I left three snow shovels in the garage, and never looked back.
In Florida, we mark the wintertime with inflatable displays of Santa in all of his guises: riding a motorcycle, a train, or in his familiar sleigh. No chimney-descents for the Jolly Old Elf here: there's nary a fireplace to be found in our homes. When the temperature dips below seventy degrees, the natives don heavy coats. It's all a process of adjustment for a former Northerner like myself.
Overall, there is the last-minute-rush to the shopping malls, the flea markets, all in search of the perfect gift. Can there be such a thing?
When I was young, the center of my holiday attention was my Lionel electric train-- no dreidel-play for me: indeed, I never learned the rules for that time-honored Chanukah top until I began to teach Hebrew School. December was the only time of year I was allowed to clutter up the livingroom floor with my train tracks, cars, and Plasticville buildings, from station to semaphore to junction house, and all inhabited by tiny beige plastic people, one inch tall. My only desire, year after year, was adding to my collection, whether it was another car for my train or another house or street lamp for my village. One year, I was gifted with a flatcar carrying a helicopter which, when the plastic launcher was wound up, would fly high up into the air.
Alas, our living room ceiling was low, and the copter would invariably crash into it, landing huddled and broken on the carpet. The Lionel Company was true to its word: they sent a replacement copter-- a disappointing blue, since the original one had been red. It was my introduction to Kohelet/Ecclesiastes's dictum that, "The eye is never full of seeing, nor the ear of hearing." In other words, material things don't ever quite cut it in this world-- not plastic helicopters, nor Ugg boots, nor even Ferrari cars.
What counts is our love for our family and friends, and the good we perform for others. A lesson from a broken toy helicopter.
Wishing all of my new readers-- are you out there?--a happy and healthy holiday season, and a wonderful secular New Year 2010.