“Christmas, too, is come, which always puts a rattle into my morning skull. It is a visiting, unquiet, unquakerish season.”
Precisely what I disliked most
about Christmas as a kid. I dreaded the compulsive visits to people I didn’t
know and often didn’t like. I wanted to be home with my new toys and books. I
concluded early that most adults, including parents, have no idea what to do
with children. They treated us like inconvenient, costly-to-keep pests. In the
passage above, Charles Lamb is writing to his Quaker friend, the poet Bernard Barton
on this date, December 23, in 1822. It’s risky to read Lamb literally. He loved
a drink, a game of whist and good conversation. He continues in his note to
Barton:
“I get more and more in
love with solitude, and proportionately hampered with company. I hope you have
some holidays at this period. I have one day,--Christmas Day; alas! too few to
commemorate the season. All work and no play dulls me. Company is not play, but
many times hard work. To play, is for a man to do what he pleases, or to do
nothing,--to go about soothing his particular fancies.”
Since 1796, Lamb had been
the caretaker of his sister Mary, who had fatally stabbed their mother. For the
rest of her life, Mary was periodically confined to what we would call a mental
hospital. Since 1792, Lamb had worked as a clerk in the Accountant’s Office of
the British East India Company, where he remained for thirty-three years,
retiring in 1825 with a pension of £450. Money had always been tight and Lamb
was a man built for convivial leisure. That’s how I have reconfigured my observance
of Christmas since childhood. It’s a day when it’s easy to be generous and tolerant,
a day without a Daily Planner.
Several years ago, while
reading John Drury’s Music at Midnight: The Life and Poetry of George
Herbert (University of Chicago Press, 2014), I learned of the poet and
farmer Drury calls “the Elizabethan master of doggerel,” Thomas Tusser (c. 1524-1580).
He is best remembered for his instructional poem Five Hundred Good Pointes of Husbandrie (1557). Lamb loved good food and drink and would have appreciated these
lines:
“Good husband and
housewife, now chiefly be glad
Things handsome to have,
as they ought to be had,
They both do provide
against Christmas do come,
To welcome their
neighbour, good cheer to have some;
Good bread and good drink,
a good fire in the hall,
Brawn pudding and souse,
and good mustard withal.
“Beef, mutton, and pork,
shred pies of the best,
Pig, veal, goose, and
capon, and turkey well dressed;
Cheese, apples, and nuts,
jolly carols to hear,
As then in the country is
counted good cheer.
“What cost to good husband
is any of this,
Good household provision
only it is;
Of other the like I do
leave out a many,
That costeth the
husbandman never a penny.”
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