It always happens right around this time of year – I am reminded of how much I hate Christmas.
To be fair, I don’t really hate Christmas. I actually love the day of – seeing all my kids, going later to see the rest of my family. But the run up – in the few days preceding it – I find exhausting to the point of squelching all the fun out of it. I always manage to get through Christmas, and then on Boxing Day there is an inevitable relief/let down, wondering if my kids are happy with everything or disappointed like I always seemed to be growing up. I know – I project this onto them. I’m a work in progress on this.
Then, by the 27th or so, it’s time to think about birthdays and getting ready for all that, then I’m really ready for a little vacation. This year, I’m going to Bellingham WA to chill. It will probably be cold there. I’ll be ready for a nice little plane ride and some time away from my own environment. Then, after a few days there, I’ll be ready to come home and start the new year.
This year was a bitch in many ways – mainly with the global economic implosion. I hope next year is better, but there is really no guarantee it will be.
Here’s Photojojo #66 – some holiday lights on the left (Laura) and packages all wrapped and ready to go (Nancy).