It’s a new year now, a time to look ahead with hope and excitement and optimism and determination. Time to set goals, make resolutions, and dream big. Perhaps it’s only fitting that before we can mentally psyche ourselves up for the new year’s rebirth of passion, we have to go through one of the most depressing activities in existence: Undecorating from Christmas.
Outside of a death in the family, or receiving devastating health news, I can’t think of a bigger downer. Is there an appropriate musical playlist for undecorating the Christmas Tree? Maybe Against All Odds by Phil Collins and the sad theme from The Incredible Hulk television show playing on a continuous loop? For most, Christmas represents mirth and joy, hope and love. I think on some deep, subconscious level, we are symbolically packing our hope and joy into plastic tubs and piling them in the far corner of the storage room. See you in eleven months, Joy. See you after Thanksgiving, Hope. Continue reading