I used to be. For over 30 years Christmas was my favorite holiday. 1:2. All over the world. With family, loved ones, friends, enemies, or solo... In snow, desert and palm trees, swamps and bayous, on ship, in mountains, at the beach... Rich as a pasha or poor as mouse... Christmas trees or NewYears trees or an effload of barrels all stacked in a pyramid. 25th, 7th or any day hereabouts declared 'today' is Christmas. Whether Dec/Jan is in winter or summer. Sitting in half frozen mud with cracks in my fingers black with grease and griping, or building castles of gingerbread a meter at base and laughing. With church bells or muezzein calls or deafening silence. It just felt like Christmas. A little piece of magic. Anywhere in the world.
Last year I learned why so many people kill themselves over the holidays.
The magic died. Don't know if it will be back. Shock of that is over, I think. We'll find out! :coffee: