It’s the 12th day of Christmas and instead of dancing with my nine ladies while twelve drummers drum, I’m wishing I had eight maids a helpin’ as I packed away the last bits of Christmas around my house. It was a daunting and slightly depressing task to pack away holiday cheer and as I looked at the boxes ahead of me I was instantly overwhelmed. It’s funny though; because when I saw those boxes on Black Friday I felt instant joy. Unpacking Christmas was way more fun than putting it away.
But alas, Christmas can’t stay up forever; at least that’s what my husband tells me. And I try to agree and understand, after all, the Holidays are special because they are just once a year. But on the other hand, they do come all in one row of excitement. First we dress up and binge on candy at Halloween. Then we decorate the house and burn pumpkin scented candles and binge on more food on Thanksgiving. And then we have Christmas season where houses are lit up in festive colors, fun holiday songs are playing on the radio and people in general seem to be kinder. After we binge on even more food and open presents, we get ready for the last big party of the year, where we undoubtedly binge some more. It’s three months of food, fun, parties, giving, family and friends. Who can’t get into that? So when January 5th rolls around and I have no more excuses to keep the decorations up, I experience my annual Post-Christmas Blues.
It may be silly, but as the last pieces of Christmas are stashed away in the attic for another 11 months, I become sad. My house looks empty, void of decoration, making it look almost incomplete, while it also feels empty as visiting family members have since gone back to their daily lives. It’s over! What to look forward to now? Winter? Spring? Nothing seems as exciting or fulfilling to me and I start counting down the days.
But this year I can’t help but feel something different. Since starting this blog I’ve actively tried to be more positive and it seems just typing optimistic and encouraging words over these past few months may have actually changed me. While I’m sad to let the Holidays go, I also don’t feel comfortable being so anymore. Counting down the days now seems to me to be like wishing them away. Yeah, there may not be any great celebrations that include songs like “Dominick The Donkey,” but I’d be silly to think that nothing fun or memorable is just down the pike. I have 11 months ahead of me with no clue of what kind of awesome or life-changing things await me.
My husband told me not to be down over the Holidays ending, but instead to be excited. He told me this is a time to reflect and plan and to be thankful of the year now behind us. At first I dismissed his comments, not ready to say goodbye to Rudolph and his friends, but as I took ornaments off my tree and looked over some of my new additions, I realized he was right. 2014 was a year I never could have predicted, like many it was full of joy and sadness, happiness and anger, struggles and achievement but most importantly love, family, friends and self-discovery. If it taught me anything, it’s that life isn’t always predictable but we still have control over how we react to it. In 2015 I resolve to work towards making my reactions positive. So that means I’ll have to leave the Blue Christmas feelings to Elvis.