Sadly, I’ve never
been a fan of Christmas. I’m not a Scrooge, but it seems that this time of year
is a huge struggle for the family. My husband is often laid off this time of
year, making a nice Christmas impossible, and with the expense for a PS4 or Xbox
game, let alone other high-tech gifts, and add a huge family to it…yeah,
Christmas is always a bit rough. My youngest son likes video games, but thank
God he loves books, too.
I heard on a local
radio station this morning that a study revealed that 75% of adults would
prefer to skip Christmas altogether. Heh, thought I was the only one who felt
that way. However, I have always enjoyed Christmas Eve for some reason. It’s probably the
anticipation, the atmosphere, but there’s something about the Eve of the
holiday that I can’t put my finger on that just exudes…magic?
Even this
Christmas Eve as I type, with the hubby preparing to go to work, and the
youngest sacked out after a night and morning playing with his two nieces and
his nephew, as I’ve been working on another revision of my novel, there’s still
that tangible feeling, that sense of expectation today.
My favorite
holiday, though, is New Year’s Eve. It’s not the drinking (which I can’t do),
not the partying (which we don’t do) that appeals to me. It’s the promise of a
fresh start, the hope that the New Year will be different—better. It’s the opportunity
to be a better person, write a better novel, change hard times for good ones.
Instead of making
a New Year’s resolution to lose weight, drink less, stop smoking, or spending
less money—all wonderful goals!—why don’t we all make the resolution to be
kinder to people? If we could all be a li’l kinder to one another, regardless
of race, religion, class, etc, this world would be a better place.
Merry Christmas!
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my Christmas Titles & A Wintry New Year Tale!
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