It’s happening again. Christmas carols everywhere you go; lights, tinsels and glittery balls everywhere you look; multiple year-end functions with companies spending way too much and people getting way too drunk; marketing using the season to shove deals down our throats; Christmas markets around every corner; gift guides and wish lists all over social media (I’ll probably be guilty of posting one too) and family Christmas lunch plans despite not having spoken to each other since last year the 25th of Dec…
Its silly season!
And although I love the happiness I see around me I have become somewhat uneasy about what lies beyond the laughter and jolly cheers. For a few days, between Christmas and New Years we get to believe, like we did as kids, that something magical is about to happen. For a few days we hope to celebrate life because we neglected to do so for the past 360 days. For a few days we hope to forget about our responsibilities, the current state of our finances, our health, our relations, our country and simply, rather ignorantly, enjoy the moment. The build-up is so intense, so commercialised, its almost impossible not to get caught up in the hype.
There’s a misleading sense of promise and magic in the air and we are so desperately in need of light and love in this world that we cling to it with all our hearts, souls, and credit cards…
Here’s the thing. Santa doesn’t exist (not the punchline of this post, promise!) and even if he does, he sure as hell ain’t planning to solve your problems with some magic Christmas reindeer dust. You will wake up on the 26th of Dec and the 1st of Jan with the same monsters under your bed and in your head that kept you up the year before, and the year before that. The only thing that might have changed is that you now also have a hangover (be it from alcohol; food or an overdose of socialising).
And so the blues kick in…
…and we can’t understand why. Is it just me? I used to think so. I was wrong. Festive season blues, as I like to call it, seems to be a common experience. Not one we like to talk about, I mean what the hell is wrong with me?! Who, in their right mind, can be down when Jingle Bells is still echoing in our heads and there’s no need to cook for the next week because there’s leftover food that could feed a country (a hungry, poverty stricken country, like our own – might I add).
What am I suggesting? Honestly I haven’t found the ‘magic, sugar-coated with sprinkles on top answer’ but I for one will be trying (again) to stay firmly grounded in the harsh, but undeceiving, concept that is reality. The old ‘what goes up must come down’ saying is more accurate than ever before. The higher we get psyched up the more excruciating the drop into the ‘blues’.
Remember Christmas for its origins or for whatever it means to you. But whatever you do, dont get caught up in the lies of the North Pole and red noses.
May I suggest that we use every single day of every single year to be kind, find joy, celebrate life and share light, not in the absence of our problems but rather in spite thereof? Isn’t that what Christmas is really about? Not this blown-up, idealised, and short-lived burst of commercially-driven happiness…
Have you ever had a case of the festive blues? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Disclaimer: This message was brought to you in partnership with Santa and his elves. They will no longer take responsibility for the festive blues.
On a more serious note: if you can’t seem to kick the blues, make sure to consult with a professional. Remember that are not alone, help is always available when you need it – you just need to ask.
Until next time, with love and light