I'm Dreaming of a Solar Powered Christmas

This Christmas season, we're fighting in Afghanistan, and perhaps contributing to mass starvation there. We stand apart from the rest of the world on climate change, ignoring the melting ice at the North Pole and the rising global temperature. The killing and bombing and starving are bad enough, but we're not just at war with other people, we're trying to fight the entire biosphere.

This season, as never before, I am cringing at the cheery Santa decorations and the unending calls to shop. It has always taken some effort to find reflections of the man who said "love thy enemies" in the standard American Christmas, but this season with the world's wounds staring us straight in the face, the contradictions are haunting me.

Before you decide I am being melodramatic, think about oil. Oil that has defined the US concept of national security for decades. Oil that could be conveniently piped through Afghanistan, given a friendly government there. Oil that releases greenhouse gasses when it is burned.

And then think about Christmas. The gasoline-powered car-ride to Grandmother's house. The presents, manufactured somewhere and shipped around the world in boats, planes, trains or trucks fueled by oil. The Christmas ham, from a pig fed with corn that was fertilized with chemicals that were synthesized using fossil fuel.

Without meaning to do any harm, we're all trapped in this big tangled mess. One strand of the tangle connects oil with war and sky-high defense budgets. Another connects oil with global warming. Another connects oil with the way we live, and the way we live with the way we celebrate Christmas.

The only way I know to untangle a knot is to find a loose strand and pull on it, and so, I am starting with the strand of Christmas, connected as it is with the strands that lead to oil and to the rest of my life. I'm starting with Christmas, and I'm trying to make it an oil-free day.

I'm getting excited about the nearby maker of wooden toys. My mind is turning toward gifts of seeds and compost buckets and donations for refugee relief. I'm making my own amateur illustrations of our homegrown bedtime stories. I'm looking for local organic food for the Christmas menu. In my favorite cookie recipe, I will try substituting maple syrup bottled by my friends for molasses from the Caribbean. And I can already taste the pie made from pumpkins grown by farmers in my community, rich with cream from their Jersey cows. We'll leave the lights turned off on Christmas day and let the kids arrange the candles on the Christmas table.

Will we really have an oil-free Christmas? Of course not. I've already driven to the toymaker's shop, we'll cook the turkey in an electric oven, and we're traveling to my parents' house, a 90-mile trip we will make in a car.

No matter how hard I try, my Christmas won't be pure. There will a dull ache in my heart and in my conscience. I can do a lot, but I can't leap out of this oil-dependent culture in one jump. Luckily, my heart seems to keep working despite the aching, and the only thing I see to do is to just keep going until, someday, my Christmas really is solar-powered. Until along with the candles and the wooden toys we have a modern rail system to carry us to Grandmother's for Christmas.

This, too, is part of the strategy for untangling a knot. You can't unravel it by working on just one strand. You have to start somewhere, but you also have to follow the tangles where they lead. And none of us will be free of the oil-habit until we get together and demand super-efficient, convenient trains, and fuel cells, and wind and solar powered electricity grids.

There is no doubt about it -- knots and tangles are aggravating. There is nothing more frustrating than discovering a knot in the yarn with which you are knitting a sweater. All you want to do is knit, not untangle knots. You can grumble and complain and resist, but, unless you are willing to abandon the sweater, you need to start with the knot.