The Holiday Spirit of the Octopus
By Joni Halpern
It is often said by holiday revelers that they are exhausted by the holiday season. Too much pressure to meet expectations. At the close of the season, those who participate in the festivities are ready to seek rest and distance from others. Those who spend the holidays alone await the return of the everyday hum of relationships among colleagues, neighbors, and acquaintances who might have been away spending time with loved ones.
In either case, people seem spent emotionally and financially by the holidays. They are relieved when the Holiday Spirit retreats into its lair like the octopus off the island of Maui who I heard escaped the commotion and expense of energy from too many visitors by sliding into a Coke bottle on the ocean bottom, reaching out one last tentacle to slap sand over the bottle and align small rocks to cover the opening. Like that octopus, the Holiday Spirit can almost be heard breathing a watery sigh of relief as it settles back for another nine months until the merchandising gods dig it up and force it to overtaxed prominence.
In America, it is at least substantially true that the Holiday Spirit involves a full-court press to convince us that those to whom we desire to show love or friendship, respect or neighborliness, connection or concern can only become aware of this message by conveyance of some material object, preferably purchased, sometimes homemade, and only rarely labeled “fruitcake.”


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