Christmas… yes, Christmas.
Christmas is one of those yearly events that divides people into two different groups: the people who love it and the people who hate it. The people who love it like to play jolly holiday tunes and decorate literally everything with Christmas decorations – from trees to dogs, and even their own hair. The people who see these things tend to fall into a deep depression and cry themselves to sleep.
I use to love Christmas very much as a child. It was that magical time of year when everyone just seemed to get along and peace was abound. But some time after my 16th birthday that started to change. Christmas gradually started to become a time when I would start feeling heavily depressed and everything just seemed awful. The merciless December heat in South Africa also doesn’t seem to help. I’m much more of a winter person, so this hectic heat is more than I can bear. My birthday also happens to fall two days after Christmas Day, which really just makes it worse.
But I decided that this year would be different.
I’m not seeing this as a Christmas holiday. I’m simply seeing it as a holiday, a nice time to just sit and relax in front of the fan. We didn’t put up our Christmas tree this year, mostly because it is slightly broken and we have to tie it to the burglar bars to keep it from falling down. Also, I have two lively kittens who thrive on destruction, so I’m afraid that the poor tree might suffer too much. I’m not listening to Christmas music, but the music that I always listen to. And it’s great.
Yes, I do feel a bit melancholic. I lost a friend a few months ago, and today she has really been drifting around in my thoughts. I also lost my 18 year old cat, so I’m also missing her. But that’s okay, because it’s only natural.
So, what I’m trying to say is that this year you should just allow yourself to be happy. Do what you want to do. Listen to music, sleep, eat, watch TV. Anything, as long as it makes you happy. Lord knows, we could really use some happiness.
So be happy, because I’m tired of hearing about your problems. Just kidding, I love taking pleasure in your misfortune.