I know there are people for whom the holidays bring stress & depression, a recognized phenomenon. Yet I never experienced that, always the opposite.
It was all the gifts that kids look forward to when I was a child, getting a couple of weeks leave away from the Army when I was older, and today the happiness of parties with my partner and our friends, all the decorating we do. Everyone here should know by now that we're just wrapping up a nearly 3-week trip to New England, a lovely wintry change from our Florida home, and we start our drive back tomorrow, the 2nd.
The depression for me will set in when we return. I hate to see Christmas & New Years end, they pass too quickly, I love them so much. I'm always guaranteed happy moments when they're here, my only complaint being that they sometimes arrive too quickly, and I'm playing catch-up and last-minute shopper. Though oddly a happy stress that I kinda enjoy cause I always manage to beat the deadlines and get it all done, to my secret satisfation.
Not that we don't have another round of stuff coming up in another month: Caribbean cruise, Valentines Day, another SMART Ride charity bicycle ride. We won't lack for activity, but it's not the Christmas time I love the most.