I Don't Care What the Calendar Says ...

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Christmas is always much anticipated by this old coot, it's been that way for years. Nothing has changed. What has changed is the feeling of depression once the day itself has passed.

Since I retired I've felt the same excitement upon the imminent arrival of my favorite holiday, but once it's over, I haven't felt that old "well crap, that was too short" feeling. Mostly as I'm on permanent vacation.

No need to mourn the dwindling days off from work, no need to think about having to get up early after a week or two of outright sloth. Nope, that's over and I'm loving it.

My holiday is 365 days a year, just wish I could convince others that the spirit of Christmas doesn't have to go away when the actual day is over. I remember our neighbor across the street when I was a kid. Their tree went up on Thanksgiving and came down Christmas Day.

Yup, Christmas Day. Their tree would be out on the curb awaiting the trash pickup. I found that to be weird. Still do.

Ah well, different strokes ...

Christmas stays inside me until it's time for the rest of the world to celebrate it. It's getting more and more to be "who cares what the world is doing, I've got Christmas in me."

And so it shall remain.

Merry Christmas.