I admit, I adore the holidays. My husband and I already have a tradition of putting up our Christmas tree on November 1st.
December has always been a special month for me with many milestones occurring and of course my birthday.
Even this year, while getting into the spirit for my 30th Christmas, I am discovering holiday songs that I had forgotten or hadn’t previously appreciated (Sleigh Ride, We Need a Little Christmas, Happy Holiday, What Christmas Means to Me).
However, with all this holiday joy oozing out of me, I am not unaware that for some this is not the most wonderful time of the year.
At the psychiatric facility I work in, we have many patients needing professional help to get through this month. As my co-workers and I prepare for time off with our families, many of our clients would rather skip the celebrating and remain admitted.
I also recognize that there are those who struggle through this time and aren’t in a facility. They force smiles, go with the flow, and cringe at the continuous loop of holiday music in every store.
This isn’t a fabulous time in our economy and with all the Christmas cheer comes cost. My husband and I had to start our shopping early as to spread it across pay periods.
Still others may have the funds to spread holiday cheer, but their lives aren’t full of happiness. Perhaps they walk on eggshells in their home, finding that the spirit of the season isn’t mirrored in their personal lives?
Processing all of this just makes me feel thankful. I look at the presents under our tree and at my amazing husband and I realize exactly how much I have.
I wish a happy holiday could be had by all… but all I can do is love and appreciate the wonderful people around me. Next Christmas isn’t a promise for any of us, and I am going to make this one count.