I’m just going to come right out and say it.
Christmas sucks and I wish it were over.
I’ve preached on how we should not let ourselves be ruled by a negative attitude. I’m singing the music. I’m being the life of the parties.
But I’m faking it, as usual
There are people in recovery who are trying not to start drinking again. I’ve dealt with too much death and done too many funerals before or just after Christmas Day.
Now, I still like the story of Christ’s birth who is a symbol of hope and a promise of peace. I like how the mystical and the earthy elements are woven together: dreams and visions vs. pregnancy and traveling. Angels singing and shepherds listening. A star shining over a stable.
As a father, I get how a child can be a God figure.
Holding onto that makes it possible to bear all of the crap and push onto the new year.