I am not a strong person, nor am I a violent one – but if I were, this year would not stand a chance. It just happens that I am a staunch believer in just punishment…so can one hang a year in effigy? Give it a little Guy Fawkes taste? Perhaps there is someone I can talk to about this.
So if I am so disgusted, why do I even bother celebrating the holidays this blighted year? Because I must – to ignore the celebrations would be despair’s definitive high-five of victory. The erasure of joy is the key that locks the door and, my friend, just guess which side of that door you’ll be on.
Therefore we must be happy. Find a way to lift our spirits. Secure a remedy for petty annoyances. No matter what, there is still so much to welcome and embrace. For instance, I will be going to a holiday dinner tonight, and I fully intend on wearing my Christmas tree earrings – tannen-baubles – and getting spectacularly drunk. You see, sometimes it is just the small things that can keep us hopeful.
Is anyone up for a group hug? Let me know.
Happy holidays, my little ones.