Welcome to 2014.
Christmas is by far my favorite time of year, and I'm always sad when it passes. In fact, I spend all of November and December thinking about how sad I'll be when it's all over; this mentality actually affects my enjoyment of the season while it's occurring, but I can't seem to help it.
January is always such a let-down -- just a long, cold, boring month devoid of as much company, of beautiful Christmas decorations and music, and of the joy of giving and receiving gifts. If we were redoing things, it would make more sense for Christmas to be on January 25 (as far as I know, no one knows what day Jesus was born, and December 25 was chosen by various church leaders a few hundred years later for numerous reasons, mostly related to established pagan celebrations that occurred near the winter solstice); Thanksgiving and Christmas are packed too closely together.
And it doesn't help that my birthday is on December 27.
I try to assuage my disappointment by taking advantage of after-Christmas sales on decorations, planning for things I can use next Christmas. I also keep my eyes peeled in thrift stores all year; I've bought a number of my decorations in the summer for next to nothing. And I remind myself that Christmas will come again, and that the holiday season will again be upon us in just 10 months -- which seems like a long time now, but when it gets here, we'll wonder in hindsight where 2014 went.
Anyway, here's something I saw on Facebook last night; it's a nice thought to start the new year with:
Enough about me, I know y'all don’t give a rats ass....
10 months ago