This has nothing at all to do with personal development.  (Ok. Lol. Maybe it does. There’s is a lesson for me here somewhere under all of this Santa snow.)

I’m one of those people who find December draining.  I really do.  Sedate me December 1st until Boxing Day when it is all over.

I struggle with the whole Christmas joy thing.  The crass commercialism gets to me as do the greedy expectations of the horribly spoiled.  The whole obligation thing drives me nuts.

Why does everybody feel the desperate need to see me before or on Christmas Day when I don’t feel the need to see some of them at all, lol,  & in many cases have successfully dodged seeing them for twelve months?

I could go on, but you get my drift.

The cynic in me finds Christmas a gruelling time of year, every aspect of it,  though I find it interesting from the point of view of a snapshot of human behaviour.

Christmas seems to make certain people fine actors and actresses.  Knives normally firmly implanted in backs become invisible in the spirit of the season of goodwill to all men, as people are forced together at Christmas tables with those they don’t much care for or flat out despise.  Silly hats and crackers break the ice as the loathed and the loathing take turkey together with trimmings.  It’s a funny business.

But here’s the thing , If I hold my hand on my heart, I have to admit that the need to express my festive season cynicism probably stems from that which has nothing to do with Christmas & more to do with that which is lost to me & reflected in every piece of tinsel & every Christmas light.  Therein lies my lesson of course.

It’s the time of year when I get nostalgic, reflective & a little melancholy.  I think about the year that has been, about some Christmases past & once I have successfully pulled the whole Christmas nightmare, (I mean “miracle”, lol) together, & finally get to sit alone with a quiet drink, I begin to think about the new year soon to arrive and what I want it to look like.

I confess, I am not immune to the emotional charge of that period around midnight on Christmas Eve when for just a little while, there seems to be some magic in the skies.  One can almost hear the distant tinkle of bells, a bittersweet window for memories & reflection, for secret longing & yearning, and for deepest wishes to be made upon the stars.

But noone is happier than I when the sun rises on Boxing Day and it is all over for another year.  Time then to whip out the vision board & spend some relaxing time in the lead up to New Year’s Eve on fine tuning desires to manifest for the year to follow.