After what seems like months of intensive, frantic preparatory activity, Christmas is suddenly over.
And, as with most gluttonous, rampant orgies of overindulgence, a person becomes quite philosophic and introspective when they are over.
I suppose it is similar to going on a drinking binge and, upon awakening with a rip-roaring hangover in a remote field next to a goat , says to one’s self, “Never again!”
But we know we are lying as soon we say it. We know that in approximately 11 months, we will repeat the process … and with gusto. We will, with open arms and open hearts, embrace the orgiastic excesses of the season again.
And why shouldn’t we? Where else in our lives do we allow ourselves, with such abandon, to immerse ourselves so completely in something so joyful? With the exception of possibly overextending ourselves financially, or maybe drinking a little too much at a Christmas get-together, or perhaps becoming a bit exhausted at all of the activity, what harm is there in throwing ourselves into an annual celebration of joy and of goodwill towards our fellow humans?
And now it is time to turn our attentions towards the New Year, to make promises to ourselves that we will do better next year at whatever it is we felt did not live up to our expectations this year.
Even though it may be a little white lie we tell ourselves, there is no harm in it.