My son, who is a six grader, has an English assignment for the Christmas holidays: Reading Charles Dickens’ famous novella A Christmas Carol. This has given me a good excuse to read Charles Dickens again, the creator of some of my favorite childhood characters: Pip, David Copperfield and Oliver Twist.
Now that Christmas is only a few days away, reading A Christmas Carol with my son gives me an opportunity to reflect upon this tradition and the role it plays in my life.
Being born and raised in the non-Christian part of the world, Christmas has not really been a part of my childhood. Except for a one-year stay in New York, when I was six years old, I was not really exposed to this tradition. What I knew about Christmas, I had gained through films and cartoons, I watched and the books I read. It was in my early teens, when my family moved to Copenhagen, I had my first real Christmas experience.
My family participated in the Christmas parties and celebrations we were invited by school, work, our Danish friends and neighbors, but we did not celebrate it at our home. And the Christmas day was just another holiday for us. Being in an international community and studying in an international school, I did not feel, there was anything strange about not celebrating Christmas; I knew quite a few who did not. I remember, once at school, we were asked to talk to a couple of Danish students, who were writing a project about different Christmas traditions. They wanted to know, how we celebrated Christmas in our home country. I told them, of course, that we did not celebrate it in Turkey. The Danish students looked at me with incredulous eyes with pity in them, as if to say, How is that possible? Poor you. I remember clearly the embarrassment, I felt on that day. That was in 1989.
Since then, I have celebrated Christmas the authentic “Danish way” many times and am very enthusiastic about it, too. Even my family and friends lovingly tease me about my engagement. What I like most about Christmas is that it brings people together. As Danes say, Christmas is the Celebration of Hearts. I admit, I do sometimes feel the same way as grumpy old Scrooge in A Christmas Carol. Christmas? Humbug! Spending tons of money on things, we do not need; eating and drinking far more than our bodies can bear; slaughtering trees and throwing them away a few days later.
Though, I don’t think I need a ghost to convince me that despite all that, Christmas brings a lot of joy, especially to children. Seeing the glee in my sons’ eyes on Christmas Eve is enough for me.
I will continue enjoying this great tradition, hopefully, many years to come.
Unlike someone who works in the efficient world of business, this time, I do not have a plan. I do not have a strategy. I do not have a selling idea. What I have is a bunch of thoughts, ideas, opinions, experiences…..and a gut feeling. Yes, a feeling that I might have something worth writing about, something which might be of interest to some audience out there. I am aware, that this sounds infinitely vague coming from a person, whose job is planning marketing activities a year ahead of time. Planning and prioritizing are so important in my job. Nevertheless, business is different than creative work in many ways. Though, both require great focus.
I have always enjoyed reading. Ever since I learned to read, I read books. In my childhood, my father, who worked for the Turkish Ministry of Culture and Tourism, would bring home copies of the children’s classics published by the Ministry. It would not last very long though, before I exhausted every single novel or short story and asked my parents for money to buy new books. I would read at every opportunity I had. I read all the books my parents had on their bookshelves, many Turkish and international classics. Reading made me happy, expanded my imagination and knowledge. Books were truly my best childhood friends.
In 1985, my father was sent as cultural attaché to work in Copenhagen. At that time, I was a teenager and thrilled with the idea of seeing a new part of the world. I was enrolled at an international school and continued my education in English. During my high school years, my passion for literature continued. My dear teacher Mr. Pierce who taught us English Literature at Copenhagen International School, inspired me immensely. It was during his classes, I started reading and writing poetry.
Now, why am I telling you all this? Because I have a creative urge and I need to start somewhere. Giving some background seems like a good starting point. With all due respect to people, who write for a living: I am doing this because of a personal interest of mine, not because I am thinking of a change of career path or a commercial success.
This blog is my wooden raft and I am setting it in the river and letting it float. We will see where the river will take us. Come and float with me, climb up , have a coffee and discuss.