It is Christmas Morning and a lot of times you see people posting about holiday blues, wishing they had done more during the year, and other guilt inducing reflections.
Why all this sadness?
The thing is we expect, at times, too much.
The happiness of getting ready for Christmas is often more joyous than the day itself.
Once the presents are unwrapped and the dinner consumed it is over.
We look back and wonder why it seemed so disappointing?
Just what were we expecting?
Perhaps, it is, to feel happier today then ordinary days?
To our utter amazement it goes on like most days only there are lights, gifts, a big dinner, and music we never listen to except this time of year.
But, unless we are happy in the little things, the big things usually disappoint us.
I want to be grateful for every day I have on this planet.
Being a depressant this is not easy.
I am not saying that Christmas is not special or holy or whatever happy sign we place on it.
We need our special days, this break from the ordinary, but I think unless we cherish the ordinary along with the special days it is very easy for Christmas to fall short in our eyes.
You cannot squeeze all the happiness into one day, it will always fall flat.
I leave you with words of John Lennon:
“So a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year let’s hope it’s a good one without any tears.”