Whew! I survived another holiday season! The blahs are real, people, and it seems like it gets tougher every year. Mama and Daddy's absence has made it even harder.
I am one of those people that has a really hard time getting into the spirit of the holidays. To me, its a stressed-induced, commercial-driven, challenging period of weeks where you "have to" do this and "have to" do that "because its Christmas!". I pretty much go into survival mode and just try to wait it out. If you are one of those people who start listening to Christmas music in October, then bless your heart and more power to you. I don't know how you do it. Isn't it like just 12 or 13 songs played over and over only sung by different people? No? Well, that's what it sounds like to me.
No lectures please. I know the real reason for the season. But it seems that the focus is always on the other stuff; Jesus always seems to come in as a runner up to Santa. And all those Hallmark and Folgers commercials that make you want to tear up when you watch them only makes it worse for those of us that are already deep in the blahs.
It actually wasn't that bad this year, though. It was the first Christmas in our new home - we actually put up a Christmas tree; Travis, Meleah and the kids were able to visit a few days before Christmas day (some years we don't celebrate with them until well after Christmas); and we tried out what will hopefully become a new tradition by having family over for Christmas brunch. The brunch actually made it an enjoyable Christmas morning (even if I did have to get out of bed earlier than I normally would). All in all, not too bad. And that is what I'll say when asked the obligatory "How was your Christmas?" a dozen times over the next few days - "all in all, not too bad."
At least this year, it will be the truth.
