Without fail, December 26th brings about a good dose of depression for me. This year seems to be a little better, but nevertheless I still feel it.
It’s because I love the holiday season so much. From Thanksgiving to Christmas I am in my happy place.
I love cool weather, that entices the wearing of sweaters and music that speaks of peace on earth and a fictional fat man. I love feasts, family and frosty.
I love the change of pace, with days off of work and regular parties to attend.
And I love the Hope that was born into this world as a human baby, yet divine.
Unfortunately most of this gets put back into boxes and stored on dusty garage shelves until the next year; leaving only piles of wrappings and refrigerator doors covered in Christmas cards.
So tonight as I do every year, I reflect on all of the joy and excitement that has taken place over the last two months and long for it to come again in 2010.