I wasn鈥檛 sure I鈥檇 write this post, mostly because I didn鈥檛 want it to be mistaken for yet another 鈥渨ar on Christmas鈥� diatribe. Because those make me extremely uneasy. It鈥檚 not that I don鈥檛 want to be free to celebrate Christmas and wish others a Merry Christmas, without worrying about offending someone. But, those 鈥渨ar on Christmas鈥� warnings have become yet another politicization of the Sacred, and I鈥檓 just not down with that.
But, something has been troubling me this Advent. At the same time as what Advent means to me, I鈥檝e been noticing a peculiar trend: the rise of the Advent-calendar-that鈥檚-not-an-Advent-calendar.
When I was growing up, the waiting time of Advent was made just a little bit more bearable by an Advent calendar hanging on the wall. It usually consisted of one large picture of the Biblical Christmas scene 鈥� barn, manger, animals, Mary, Joseph, Wise Men, and, of course of course, the Baby Jesus in the center of things. Poked into the picture were a series of perforated doors, one for each day of Advent, that you鈥檇 open up on the appropriate day to reveal another aspect of the events leading up to Christ鈥檚 birth.
If you had siblings, like I did, your parents usually set a schedule for who could open the next door 鈥� to mitigate bickering, of course. Nerves were taut enough leading up to Christmas, you didn鈥檛 need an argument busting out over who got to reveal that day鈥檚 Advent blessing.
As I grew up, there were rumours that other kids had CHOCOLATE behind the doors of their Advent calendars. Some didn鈥檛 even have the Christmas story on theirs; there were Star Wars, Looney Tunes, Scooby Doo and all manner of kid-themed Advent calendars. I can鈥檛 speak from personal experience about those, though. We were strictly observant in our house when it came to the Advent calendar. I can鈥檛 say I wouldn鈥檛 have wanted a chocolate Advent calendar, or one focused around the holy adventures of Scooby Doo, but it simply wasn鈥檛 going to happen in our house.
In recent years, I haven鈥檛 given Advent calendars much thought. I don鈥檛 have kids, and so never had the need to seek one out. Then my nephew was born and my sister began her annual fall hunt for a religious Advent calendar. They鈥檙e harder to find these days than you might think. Her hunt almost always ends with a plea to my mom to go pick one up from our local Catholic bookstore and mail it to her. We seem to be the only source of religious Advent calendars.
At the same time, there have been a few Advent calendars showing up that have got me thinking about what we call an Advent calendar. Last year, I came across a where each day had its own small bottle of whiskey to find upon opening a door. This year, , though, to be fair, they called theirs a 鈥淪nowcase,鈥� but media articles referred to it as an Advent calendar.
I know several people who bought these, and other similar Advent calendars and are currently enjoying sipping their way through to Christmas. That鈥檚 fine with me. Whatever gets you through the dark and drearies.
However, to me, these are not Advent calendars and I kind of wish those selling them would find another name. I know Christmas has gone secular, and it鈥檚 not technically a religious holiday for everyone. I get that. No worries.
But, Advent, that鈥檚 different. Advent names a specific liturgical season that鈥檚 all about waiting for the light, for Christ, to come into the world. When you wait, you get quiet. When you wait, you focus on the lack of something that has yet to happen. When you wait, there鈥檚 a slight uneasiness, as if you鈥檙e not quite complete. Advent is about living in the tension of that uneasiness, that period of incomplete-ness, so when Jesus is born, you can know the wondrous feeling of being whole. This is Advent. It is a season of quiet yearning. Unlike Lent, you鈥檙e not usually abstaining from anything, but, you鈥檙e still not engaged in conspicuous consumption, either.
What Advent isn鈥檛, at least not for me, is a time of cracking a cold one to make waiting for Christmas easier. If you are counting down to Christmas and presents and family gatherings and turkey, that鈥檚 one thing. I have no problem with a tipple each day pulled from behind a little door.
I鈥檓 just not so sure that鈥檚 an Advent calendar.
Kevin Aschenbrenner is a Victoria-based writer, poet and communicator. He holds an M.A. in Culture and Spirituality from the Sophia Center at Holy Names University in Oakland, California. He blogs at
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