Left to Our Own Devices: A Modern Christmas Story
Left to Our Own Devices: A Modern Christmas Story O ur Christmas holidays are increasingly interrupted by our devices—phones checked between conversations, tablets balanced on laps, televisions murmuring in the background. We sit together, but mentally we are miles apart. Silence feels as uncomfortable as an itchy wool sweater, and sitting still feels unproductive. Some salivate like Pavlov’s dogs, waiting impatiently for the next text or email. They cradle their devices—not because they need them, but because they no longer know what to do without them. We’ve lost the ability to be bored without panic. The ability to sit in a room without filling it with noise. The patience to follow one story without interruption. We’ve traded depth for stimulation—and called it connection. Perhaps it’s time to ask Santa for something else: a new Christmas tradition, like in Iceland. In Iceland, Christmas Eve revolves around books. Not as novelty gi...