Replay: “Merry Christmas. Don’t get any sand in my villa.”


All week I’ve been reading about celebrities’ holidays. They generally don’t stay home by the warm fires baking cookies and drinks mugs of chocolate, the way you and I do.

They jet off to Cabo. Or St. Barts. Saint-Tropez, anybody? I’m betting George Clooney played Santa to his A-list guests at his gorgeous and gated Lake Como compound, which is really, truly impressive, the size of a city block, hidden in plain sight.

While we’ve been unwrapping presents and catching up on family news, they’ve been water-skiing, power-boating, sunning themselves on beaches, and buying fur coats, private planes and time-shares in the Swiss Alps.

All this has gotten me wondering how, honestly, celebrities—most celebrities, I’m sure there are exceptions—can enjoy Christmas. Every day is Christmas to them. They fly and sail to faraway places most of us can’t afford or aren’t even allowed access to. They buy cars and jewelry the way the rest of us buy magazines and milk. They have “staff” to do the Christmas cooking, sign and send out the Christmas cards, and do the decorating. For many of them, Christmas is just a matter of showing up, relaxing on a beach, and eating and drinking till New Years.

And for a lot of them, isn’t that pretty much what they do already?

So I’m desperately trying to imagine what makes this time of year different from any other day—and failing. Most of them don’t even stay in a climate with snow. (Mariah Carey went to Aspen. Woo-hoo.) Maybe their kids build snowmen out of sand on the beach. Or maybe they have their nannies do it while they watch.

But what kind of meaning can this time of year have to these people? Preachy meaning of Christmas meanderings aside, it’s hard to believe drinking is still special when you do it all the time, and if you can go anywhere you want just by picking up the phone and calling Flexjet, how is December 25th anything other than an ordinary day. Do children of these people get excited? “Oh, mommy, expensive presents—and they’re different from the expensive presents I got yesterday.”

While the paps seem to be invading celebrities’ lifestyles more and more (more on that in the next post), they haven’t, from what I’ve seen, been able to crash Christmas. We don’t really know what the rich and famous do.

The movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind posed the question, How do you even know what the good memories are if you erase all the bad ones? Similarly, how can the holiday be special for someone who lives Christmas every day?

So how do you think they celebrate? What do yo think makes it special to them—if indeed it is? Do their kids ever grow up with a fond remembrance of special days? Or is every day the monotonous same to them, no matter what anyone tries to do?


One response

  1. Good questions, all, John. I would like to think there are some celebrities who are more down to earth and don’t take their fame for granted. Perhaps they even limit the amount of money they spend on gifts for their kids and stay home for the holidays. But I imagine those are the people who don’t get written or talked because it is so un-newsworthy.


    December 30, 2013 at 6:39 am

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