Christmas can be so overwhelming, with the variety of ways to celebrate, the struggle against overindulgence and bloated wish lists, the search for the "spirit and meaning" of Christmas, the bullying nature of people trying to mold everything into their own expectations for what this season OUGHT to be....it's not at all surprising to me that people get so depressed around this holiday. It has so much potential for joy that it almost always fails to hold up to our hopelessly high expectations.
So I distract myself with sensuality and beauty. I wear my sexiest, prettiest clothes and scents, I keep my face made up and hair done, and I can walk around with a confident smile on my face, and I hope I can at least find some happiness in this chilly, bright, noisy time of year. And I will learn to shut the door behind me and breathe when it all gets to be too much.