Every year it happens to me: I enter the holiday season filled with the desire to have the merriest Christmas ever and as each day of the Advent season passes a bulb darkens on the strand of lights in my mind. I get depressed. I’m miserable and I start wishing the season would just be done and over with. I know there are lots of people who share my sentiment. Christmas joy and the gift God so sacrificially gave to us is lost to me and I find I have to go looking for Christmas all over again.
In the last week or so I’ve been drifting aimlessly. I have family bemoaning how Christmas will never be like it was when I was younger; I hear people saying they aren’t going to get want they want (or deserve) for Christmas and that what they buy will not be appreciated. The last couple weeks have been wrapped in misery and tied with bow of sadness.
I realized I needed to climb back up on my camel and head out in the direction of the Christmas star. It was up there. I couldn’t miss it. I wouldn’t miss it. Or would I?
I’ve read all kinds of scientific research about why people get depressed at Christmas and it all centers on Christmas Day not living up to our expectations. People have this huge build-up for the big day and then … that’s it? I did all that shopping, spent all that money, baked and decorated and ate all those cookies, for no praise, no pats on the back no a jelly-of-the-month subscription and crappy gifts I don’t like? Seems like a waste of time, money and energy to me!
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