It is over. Every year I dread the Christmas season. Every year I work myself into a fit of sadness/melancholy/angst/resentment. I push through it until by Christmas Eve, I'm promising myself to be away (far away) next year. Today, the 28th, my spirits are buoyed again. I'm making plans for 2015. I'm thinking that Christmas wasn't that bad. Haha, I have a very short memory.