There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
-Oscar Wilde

My sister-in-law called yesterday morning to wish us a Merry Christmas. “Did Aitch get any presents?” she asked. I think she was afraid that, after our public refusal to affirm the divinity of Santa Claus, we would boycott the whole holiday.

Husband and I are actually big Christmas fans, in our non-denominational way. We do the tree, the presents, the caroling, the fancy dinner. (Husband made a beef tenderloin this year and I almost cried, it was that good.) I am usually filled with the Christmas spirit. But something has felt different the past two years, since we’ve had Aitch home, and it’s made me reflect on the true meaning of a secular Christmas.

For me, the non-religious trappings of the holiday — the gifts, decorations, and general good cheer — have always symbolized unconditional good fortune. A wrapped present reminds you that life can surprise you, and that sometimes good things can happen for no reason at all. In the past, the sight of all the gifts under the tree has given me hope. If Christmas can happen, then maybe I could fall in love….find inspiration for my thesis…become a mother.

Last year was the first year I haven’t needed that hope. All of my heart’s desires have been fulfilled. Sure, there are things that I want to achieve, but nothing for which I desperately need the universe’s benign intervention. According to Oscar, I should be left bitter and empty by this turn of events, but I’m not. I’m content, and I don’t miss that yearning feeling. I’m all too aware that bad things can happen for no reason, too, but for the moment I’m content.

Sometimes, it’s good to get what you want.