What do you do when the Holiday Blues come back to haunt you?
We’ve all experienced that problem in our lives. Whether you’re just starting out as a newly emerged college graduate to a recently divorced couple to a widower or widow or you’re just plain single.
Help is on the way. Mighty Lillian to the rescue!
Okay, a bit melodramatic, but I want you to understand that you need not suffer, suffer alone, cry, weep, curl up into a fetal position or go out into the garden and eat some worms. Nope, modern technology has taken care of all of that. Plus what was there before, if you ever took a deeper look into your community.
First of all, not everyone celebrates Christmas. Yeah, hard to believe. Television will never be the same again with all those Christmas movies.
Second, when I was bringing up my child, Christmas was nice. I couldn’t afford much. A Charley Brown Christmas tree. Homemade decorations. Cranberries and popcorn, and viola, the tree was decorated. I left him a note telling him that Santa was only accepting cash that year. No credit cards. Well, he didn’t buy it. But, smart kid, he didn’t argue either. Why? Because at the downtown movie house “Star Wars – The Return of the Jedi” was playing for a $1. One buck. Yes, we stood on line for hours. Yes, he had a slight temperature. (Did not know at the time) Yes, I thought he wouldn’t make it to see the movie. But, we spent Christmas Day watching the 3 hour movie. A quickie present appeared on our doorstep. He played with it all day. Thank you Fisher Price.
You get the idea. Check out local listings for movies. You’ll be surprise at what’s open.
Don’t like to cook. Good day for Chinese, Japanese, Indian food. Experiment. Live a little.
Sometimes, ice rinks and roller skating rinks are open in the evening. Check them out.
Like singing? Check out the local choirs in the area. Many churches invite the public to come in and listen to their choirs. What do you have to loose?
Christmas evening doesn’t need to be spent with a book, a movie, or crying in the bathroom with the water running in the bathtub or sink. Nope, there’s an app for that. Check it out. You’ll be surprised what you can find on-line these days. All those fellowship chat rooms. Just be careful and use common sense. If it feels wrong, then don’t do it!
Want to help someone. Volunteer with an organization. The elderly will appreciate it as will home-bound folk who can’t get out for whatever the reason. It takes one to know one. I was marooned inside my house for over 20 years? Why? I’m allergic to the sun. No joke. I’ve got Systemic Lupus. Go look it it up and read for yourself. It’s an individual disease meaning it effects people differently.
Did you know Meals on Wheels delivers to you if you’re home-bound? No questions ask. They want to help. Reach out to them if you need that help or a friend or relative needs that help.
Know some children who could use grandparents at this time of year? A big brother or big sister? Find out and then go make someone happy. It’s that simple.
There’s no longer any excuse to let the Holiday Blues get you down…unless a loved one died, took ill suddenly or you lost your best friend. Even then, the Holidays should be a time of joy. A time of fun. A time of purpose. A time for all things. So make that time. Find something that will make you and everyone else around you calm and peaceful.
What it all boils down to is this: C-H-O-I-C-E.
You can choose to be miserable and make everyone else around you unhappy or you choose to put away your unhappiness for a while (some people like drama) and do something.
And before the audience points out not everyone is like me, let me tell you something. My mom use to use suicide as an excuse if we tried to have a happy Holiday. Or she refused to speak to us and gave us the silent treatment. You know what I’m talking about. She refused to answer the phone, door, or make contact with the outside world. Yes, I’ve been robbed. Yes, I’ve been violated. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
But, that didn’t stop me from having a good Holiday. And yes, we lost our electricity for 3 days on Christmas Day, and we lived in Ann Arbor, MI. Where the weather is so frightful that even Santa didn’t make it that evening.
Nor the next day. In fact, it was the next week that he eventually delivered all those presents.
So, like I said folks. It’s choose. Your choose.
Happy Holidays to you!!