Merry Christmas. I find this to be one of the most anticlimactic days of the year. It's the day that I realize that all the cheer and all the joy that people pretended to have for the past month will be gone in mere hours. I love Christmas(time), but the actual day itself is borderline depressing. I admit that I find that many things in life have that quality, but that's for another day's musings.
Christmas is a beautiful time of year. People pretend to be happy, gathering together and laughing while consuming large quantities of alcohol, buying gifts for people they don't truly care for, and consuming foods that will cause them to gain at least 10 pounds under the protection of the "It's the Holidays" excuse. Yes, it's a beautiful time of year. We will all pretend to be happy while secretly feeling guilty and drowning our sorrows with gifts and lights.
I think one of the reasons I love Christmas lights is that, at least for a little while, I have something that will brighten my life. It's unfortunate that eventually the strands come down and the lights go out and reality comes crashing back in as the darkness once again envelops my visions.
But for now, I'm going to enjoy my day of dreaming and my final hours of pretending. For tomorrow the lights will be just a bit dimmer and reality will be that much closer.
Another year comes and another year goes; round and round is how our lives go.
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