The Holiday season is wrapping up. New Years Day is just moments away. The excitement, and the hustle and bustle is about to come to an end. And everyone will be gearing up for the oncoming summer.
Peace and Joy still fill the air. And everyone is happy. Or are they?
Funny thing about this time of year. It’s known as the holiday season, and as the dying season. Its dark, as the sun shines briefly during the day. It’s cold. And for many, it’s sad and lonely. Elvis isn’t the only one who thinks about a blue Christmas
People want this season to be happy. And they want their lives to be filled with scenes from so many Christmas movies. Pretty snow. Lots of packages and good food. Festive gatherings of friends and relatives. But when life turns out to be more like the film left on the cutting room floor, and reality sets in, gloom raises its head.
For many, the expectation is that the ideal will not be met. And anticipating this failure causes dismay. For some, it’s more like lets get this season over with already! And they are miserable while they wait.
Me, I always hope for the best and am prepared for less. I love the lights, and the packages, and the spirit of hope and joy. Peace on Earth good will toward man. All that jazz.
But I know that parking lots and highways are still full of angry people. That not everyone gets everything they asked for. And that for some, staying warm and fed for another day is the greatest gift.
When I’m having a blue Christmas, I stay home. On a good day I’ll go out to spread some joy to others. I read something somewhere that that I could be the lighthouse in someone else’s storm. I like that idea. We all need a lighthouse to guide us sometimes.
This has been a good Christmas. My kids are here, and the packages were piled high. I made festive lights glow and was happy. The only blue was the blow mold Santa on my office door. I had put a blue light bulb inside and he looked cold. But he was smiling, and lighting the night.
That’s part of my story. What’s yours?