Holidays; Past, Present and Yet to be…
However, there is no mountain on earth that has not been conquered; not Everest, not K2, or even my closest mountain, Mount Washington in New Hampshire. My personal struggles with sobriety had their share of ups and downs, and some days the climb is more difficult than others, especially those magical days where the nostalgia seems to live in the present. Trying to recapture childhood emotion, wonder and excitement by using the tools at my disposal; namely beer, whiskey and champagne fails miserably, and the memories I try so desperately to recreate become miserable reminders of those conveniently forgotten and stored not so pleasant Christmas Stories.Not that drinking wasn’t part of my everyday life for as long as I can remember: it was, but the holiday season brought it to a whole new level. Strange how my fondest childhood memories exist in large part in spite of the substance that I had to forego as my life careened out of control. Growing up in a house led by highly functional alcoholics is challenging, but kind of fun too. The level of excitement that was always present in our home increased exponentially in the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Booze was the glue that brought our family together. It had been that way for generations. Holiday parties centered around what we were drinking. Even the kids got in on it; small sips of champagne on Christmas Eve, condoned by the parents as a ritual to be cherished, and nurtured until we became teens and could take those little sips of delight to the next level.
Some of my best memories come from times spent in an intoxicated state compliments of booze liberated from the adults only cooler during holiday celebrations where the adults were too busy with their adult beverages to worry about us.
Somehow, we survived. Half of my four siblings drink responsibly, the other half, after decades of difficulty, not at all. It took me a lot of years, and a lot of holidays that fizzled because of feelings of loss that I had no idea how to overcome to be able to capture the spirit of the season without succumbing to the spirits in the bottle. Eventually, I learned that the holidays come whether I choose to enjoy them or not. They come without bottles and cans, glasses and mugs, shot glasses kegs or salted rims. They come every year with no expectations except those that we ourselves manifest by living in a past that has been edited, glorified and created in our image of what we want them to be.
Drinking alcoholically is an isolating affair, the very antithesis of the true meaning of holiday celebrations.
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