Christmas Is Relentless

I think Christmas is trying to kill me.

Seriously.

Here I am, not really in the mood for a lot of HO-HO-HO-ing, just trying to mind my own business and get through it. Actually, my first instinct was to avoid Christmas all together; run away. Anything to not have to deal with the reality of hanging only four stockings instead of five. I had even offered a bribe to my children, suggesting we skip Christmas this year and go to Cabo instead. My treat. Or Hawaii. I hear it’s lovely this time of year.

The leaning Christmas Tree

They weren’t going for it. Nope, no way. Not even with all expenses paid.

“Always going to be a Worst First,” my oldest said. “Might as well just get it over with.”

I could see the validity of his argument and reluctantly agreed. Secretly though I thought I could ignore Christmas. Don’t look and it won’t hurt, right? Just going to stick my head in the sand.

But Christmas is RELENTLESS. Just try and ignore it, Christmas will hunt you down. I’m not playing any Christmas music this year but everybody else is. Restaurants, elevators---no matter where you go Christmas will find you. 

Bah. And Humbug.

I know my attitude needs adjusting. I know I need to “cowgirl up.” So I’m trying. I dug out a few decorations for the house and put them around, will decorate a tree---eventually. I’m even considering sending Christmas cards and our “annual” letter, but we’ll see how that goes. Even on a good year the “annual” letter has been known to go AWOL.

Why we can't have nice things: BAD CATZ!

So, to all of you out there full of good cheer—good for you. I hope your holidays are magical. And to all of you---all of US-- out there who are limping through this season, dragging our broken and battered hearts behind us, may this season be one of peace. A season in which we can calm and quiet our hearts, recognize the love that surrounds us, and find a way to continue forward.

Peace.