It's weird, but there's something in the popular culture lately that seems to have it out for Christmas. Most of the holiday movies are now about how awful and embarrassing everyone's family is and what a drag it is to have to visit them. I recently went on Pandora.com and dialed up a mix of contemporary holiday music. I was psyched when up popped a roster of cool artists like Aimee Mann, Dave Mathews, Sting and Sarah McLachlan. Then it started playing. It was the most depressing mix I'd ever heard in my life. Nothing but bleak revisionist versions of old favorites. It really bugged me.
Trust me, I know there will never be peace on Earth. I get that "Goodwill toward men" is a distant and doubtful goal, but I do appreciate the sentiment. It's at least worth thinking about once a year. Plus, it bugs me how people tend to become so self-consumed at the holidays; choosing this particular time to drudge up all their disappointments and doubts. It's easy to forget this is supposed to be the season of giving. I was reminded of this last year when my dry cleaner and I became players in an odd little drama.
I'm not a guy who owns a lot of clothing so when the holiday party season arrives, my dry cleaner and I see a lot of each other. Pretty much every week, I manage to spill or smear something on one of the two decent outfits I own. Fortunately, my dry cleaner (a cheerful Korean lady, appropriately-enough named "Sunny") manages to keep me looking presentable. Although Sunny always seems to understand everything I say to her, I don't always fully grasp what she is saying in return. Usually this isn't such a big deal since we are primarily discussing the location of stains. However, last year as I was dropping off my navy blue blazer, she casually asked if I had gotten my "rent bush" yet. Since I had no idea what a "rent bush" was, I pretended like I hadn't heard the question and drew Sunny's attention back to the artichoke dip on my lapel.
A week later, she again peered over her glasses and cheerfully inquired, "You no want rent bush?" In my mind, I pictured some kind of miniature Korean Christmas shrub. "No," I said, smiling awkwardly. "Not this year." On Christmas Eve, when I stopped in to pick up my grey wool pants, she again asked about the mysterious "rent bush," but this time her tone seemed shy and a bit sad. Overcome with guilt, I decided to fess up. "I'm sorry, Sunny," I said. "I don't know what a 'rent bush' is." Suddenly, her face lit up. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she quickly reached under the counter and retrieved a small inexpensive lint brush with a red bow tied around the handle. "May Krees-mahs!" she shouted as she proudly placed it in my hand. "For all my special customer!" I'm sure I probably got several very nice gifts last year, but the only one I remember is my "rent bush." I used it all year.
Given how uncertain everything is looking these days, this seems like a good time to point out that the holidays weren't created to stress us out or make us feel like crap. They are not on the calendar to remind us that we are still single or make us wish we got along better with our families. The goal isn't really to run from store to store trying to find that perfect gift for each of our loved ones; that special something that might make them "happy" (at least for a little while). Lately, I've been thinking that the best thing we can give each other is our attention, even if it's just for a moment. All any of us really wants or needs is to be acknowledged by the other; to be singled out; to know that we show up on the radar; that we are someone's "special customer." In my experience, feeling "happy" rarely lasts more than a few days, while feeling "appreciated" can sometimes last until Spring.
So my dear readers, although I'm unable to send you each your very own "rent bush," I don't want this chance to slip by without wishing you all a very happy (enter appropriate holiday here) followed by a bountiful New Year filled with recognizable love, useful lessons and a truckload of good old fashioned luck.
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David Dean Bottrell is an actor ("Boston Legal") and screenwriter ("Kingdom Come") who writes a weekly blog about being strangely middle-class in Hollywood at www.partsandlabor.tv