I got my son an Elf on the Shelf this year. Do I regret it? Absolutely. But it reminded me of something this holiday season, something too easy to forget in our modern age.
For an otherwise bright child, my son is convinced that the elf is real in the sense that he moves himself around the house at night and ends up in all sorts of compromising positions by morning. The elf can even help with various tasks during the wee morning hours.
Children have a wonderment about Elf on the Shelf that adults might learn from.
My son believes that the elf is, in a word, enchanted. I never knew this about my child before getting the elf. I wonder how many other things he believes to be enchanted, too.
It’s what so many of us crave at this time of year. The presents, the twinkly lights, the feasts, the songs, long afternoons with loved ones. The hope is that it will all add up to more than the sum of the parts. And maybe if the parts are big enough, we might well summon the Christmas spirit.
Not so long ago, humans believed that everything was enchanted. Not in a temporary, seasonal way, but in a the-whole-Earth-is-filled-with-it way. The story of a guiding star, a host of angels and a virgin birth? That fit right in. Everyday magic was the way of the world until the latest 1 per cent of history, depending on how you measure it. Things seemingly stopped becoming enchanted sometime around the Enlightenment, according to scholar Charles Taylor. That’s when we moved into our Western, modern and materialist age and when only the things that could be measured, bought and logically understood were of value.
No more rain dances or praying to gods for battle or superstitious nonsense.
Our whole lives – and those of our parents and their parents and the ones before them – have been lived in this secular period. It has been correlated with swells of human progress and flourishing, science and technology, medicine and political freedom. But we seem to have lost some of the magic along the way, or maybe got too distracted to notice it.
I can’t even say that most of us miss the magic; that’s how far removed we are from it.
But maybe we are closer to such enchantment than it feels. I’m talking about an openness to seeing the supernatural. After all, nearly 92 per cent of us believe that people have a soul or spirit or that there’s something beyond this world, according to the Pew Research Centre. A belief perhaps more easily admitted to a pollster than a colleague. I’m suspicious about why it’s so off-limits these days, unless it’s bought at Target and brought home in a box.
