Today I drank the last of the egg nog, removed Home Alone from the DVR, and newspaper wrapped the last of the ornaments. And with one fell swoop the holiday season grinds to a screeching yuletide halt. It’s not anyone’s fault but my own. I embrace Christmas like snowman Sam likes to tell a wintry story – with all that’s within me. And while the college bowl season might inspire an awakening from lack-of-holiday depression, the truth is that the holidays provide a gentle escape from whatever grind with which you daily participate. This respite is both rare and needed more often for virtually every working adult in North America.
You eat what you want, play when you want, watch ridiculously cheesy movies, spend absorbent amounts of time with family, sing old time classics, and give/receive as you’ve not done in eleven months.
As we usher in a new year, and hopefully learn from the past, it’s time for me to shake loose the shackles of leftover ham. For I refuse to bah humbug my way through life for the next 300+ days. And while I’m doing so, I’ll learn to live life as I do in the 25 days of Christmas window. With joy, kind-heartedness, and fun, making every day a special time of the year. You should too.
