There is a sudden flurry as though the world (at least my world) were poked by a holiday elf. I need more money, better wine and food, and attendance at stores. It happens every year and every year I summon up resistance.
Bad things have always happened around the holidays for me. When I was little it was my mother and father fighting, separating, or just being in the same spot in stony silence. Then I grew up and the holidays did not change.
When I was younger I tried to see deeper into the faith aspect. That never worked for me. Now I just embrace giving to charities and family because that is something I like to do insofar as I am able.
I have no grandchildren to show me the bright eyes of childhood. I have only these very old eyes.
If every day could be a holiday, then the world would be a better place. Since it can’t, I will say peace on earth is a goal, not
a theme park.