“Stories … protect us from chaos, and maybe that’s what we, unblinkered at the end of the 20th century, find ourselves craving. Implicit in the extraordinary revival of storytelling is the possibility that we need stories — that they are a fundamental unit of knowledge, the foundation of memory, essential to the way we make sense of our lives: the beginning, middle and end of our personal and collective trajectories. It is possible that narrative is as important to writing as the human body is to representational painting. We have returned to narrative — in many fields of knowledge — because it is impossible to live without them.” ~Bill Buford, nonfiction writer and former fiction editor at The New Yorker
Here in the northern hemisphere of the Americas, ’tis the season for watching televised reruns of our favorite Christmas movies. Why do we love them so much? What is it that brings us back, again and again, to re-experience stories we’ve heard so many times? Perhaps we can get a clue from recaps of a few that stand out for me.
“There’s always room for a story that can transport people to another place.” ~J.K. Rowling, novelist, screenwriter and film producer
A Christmas Story: Ralphie, a precocious, imaginative nine-year-old, wants a BB gun for Christmas but is discouraged by his mother, his teacher, and a department store Santa Claus who all fear “you’ll shoot your eye out!” After a series of episodes that depict the yearnings, humor, pathos, and disillusionment of an ordinary child growing up in a mid-century American family, Ralphie’s usually distracted and frustrated, but fundamentally loving father surprises him on Christmas morning with a BB gun. Ralphie does almost shoot his eye out, but it’s still his favorite Christmas ever!
White Christmas: Two soldier/singers enlist a sister act to assist them in helping their aging and discouraged superior officer from their military years save his failing country inn in rural Vermont by producing a Christmas musical extravaganza. Their efforts result in a spectacular show, and just as it ends, snow begins to fall. This will insure a white Christmas and a lucrative ski season for the inn.
It’s a Wonderful Life: George Bailey’s missed opportunities and financial problems have brought him to such despair that shortly before Christmas he contemplates ending his life by jumping off a bridge. As he prepares himself, his guardian angel dives in the water and George ends up saving him. After the angel takes George through an alternative reality where he sees what his town would have looked like if it hadn’t been for all his good deeds, George returns to his present reality which he now sees through the eyes of love, joy, and gratitude for the miracle of his wonderful life.
Elf: Orphaned as an infant, Buddy grows up at the North Pole with Santa and the elves believing he’s an elf, albeit a large, awkward, and very strange one. Painfully disillusioned when he learns he’s not, he takes off for the big city and discovers his birth father, a cynical and driven workaholic who rejects him. But Buddy’s innocent, helpful nature wins the love of the woman of his dreams and transforms his father into a caring husband and father who has learned from Buddy to appreciate the important things in life.
“The human species thinks in metaphors and learns through stories.” Mary Catherine Bateson, writer and cultural anthropologist
What do we learn through stories? We learn about who we are, what our souls look like and yearn for, the things that are more important to us than money or material possessions, more valuable than gold. We learn that we are lucky to be alive and loved. We learn that we want to stay present to precious moments of wonder and joy and be grateful for them.
Hope, yearning, suffering, kindness, humor, community, transformation, and love. These are archetypal themes about universal experiences and emotions. We’ve all been nine years old, hoping for that very special present. We’ve all suffered disillusionment, disappointment, regret, and despair over mistakes made and dreams unfulfilled. We’ve all been the recipients of acts of kindness and been changed by them. We’ve all experienced moments of joy, gratitude, and love for the blessings of a life we want to last forever.
And in the end, that’s what all our stories — not just Christmas stories, but also hero journey stories, myths, fairy tales, and autobiographical stories — come down to: our basic human need for a miraculous transformational experience of being known and loved that will fulfill our soul’s yearning, bring hope, and end our suffering. Whatever our religion, the wish to improve and be conscious and mindful of the miracle of our life is the true meaning of the stories that last. Among those, the ones that remind us of this wish are the most beloved.
What are your favorite Christmas movies? What do you love most about them?
“Stories are the way to capture the hopes, dreams, and visions of a culture. They are true as much as data are true. The truth of the powerful and irresistible story illustrates in a way data can’t begin to capture. It’s the stories that make you understand.” — Carl Sessions Stepp, professor, Philip Merrill College of Journalism
“We tell ourselves stories in order to live.” ~Joan Didion, writer and journalist
“God made man because He loves stories.” — Elie Wiesel, author and Nobel Peace Prize winner
And here’s a lovely film version of the original Christmas story:
Thank you, Richard! I saw this years ago and look forward to watching it again! Happy holidays! Jeanie
I’m late to the table Jeanie – yes, stories, in which we immerse ourselves into all the characters and recognise bits and pieces of ourselves artfully told. I can’t think of a particular Christmas story right now, but I do remember a few years ago attending a Christmas service where the characters, Mary, Joseph, Jesus and I think Peter acted out their stories, relating them to modern day times. It left a deep impression on me.
Wishing you and family a blessed Christmas Jeanie 🙂
That sounds lovely, Susan. I wish you and your family a blessed Christmas too. 🙂
Charles Dickens stories come to mind. Growing up in Germany, my experiences around Christmas linger. In my mother’s tradition the candled tree was only lit on the 24th Dec, Christmas night, when presents appeared under the tree. I remember my first skies sitting there. I must have been seven years old. As a teen, I spent Christmas with a relative of the writer Ricarda Huch. We travelled to a midnight mass through the dark, snow-covered woods on a sledge, snowflakes illuminated by sledge’s paraffin lamp, to an old chapel, which was lit by candles in the deep window recesses. I also remember Christmas carols in the Baroque Bavarian Wies Kirche, where a wonderful choir sung local Christmas tunes. I still have a tape somewhere. Must dig it out.
Wow. Your Christmases in Germany sound Christmas-card classic and idyllic. I’ll bet your tape of local German Christmas tunes would be a treasure trove for cultural anthropologists who collect old folk music. Or some music libraries. I’d sure love to hear them. Rich memories, indeed! Thank you for sharing them. Wishing you happy, blessed holidays.
Thank you, Jean. Wishing you a blessed holiday too.