This Christmas, I tell ya, it’s like a big fuss for nothin’. All that runnin’ around, buyin’ this and that. And for what? I tell you what, I hate Christmas ending. Yep, you heard me right.
Before Christmas, everyone’s smilin’, singin’ those songs, you know the ones. They go on and on about joy and peace. But then, poof! Christmas is gone. Just like that. And what’s left? A big mess, that’s what. And I’m the one who’s gotta clean it all up!
All them decorations gotta come down. The tree, the lights, them shiny balls hangin’ everywhere. It takes forever! My old bones ain’t what they used to be. Bendin’ and stretchin’, I feel it in my back somethin’ fierce.
- Take down that darn tree.
- Pack up all them shiny ornaments.
- Sweep up all them pine needles.
And the food! Don’t even get me started on the food. We eat and eat and eat, like there’s no tomorrow. Then come December 26th, I’m lookin’ at a mountain of leftovers. Turkey, ham, taters, pie… you name it. We’ll be eatin’ Christmas dinner for a week, I reckon. It’s enough to make a person sick. And the dishes! Oh, the dishes! It’s a mountain of work, and for what? Just because it is the end of Christmas.
And the money! Spent it all. Every last penny. On gifts, on food, on all that Christmas stuff. Now everyone is broke and moping around. You’d think they’d be happy, with all them new things. But no, they just want more. Always wantin’ more.
Then there’s the quiet. Before Christmas, it’s all hustle and bustle. People comin’ and goin’, music playin’, phones ringin’ off the hook. Then, nothin’. Just quiet. Too quiet. Makes a person feel kinda lonely, you know? Even though you have lots of stuff to do after the Christmas ending, like cleaning and tidying up, but no one is here to talk to, or even fight with.
They say it’s the most wonderful time of the year. Ha! I say it’s the most tirin’, most expensive, most messy time of the year. And when it’s over, it’s just a big letdown. Like a balloon that’s lost all its air.
And you know what the worst part is? We gotta do it all over again next year! Same thing, every year. The runnin’ around, the buyin’, the eatin’, the cleanin’, the quiet. It’s enough to make a person wanna pull their hair out.
I see them folks on the TV, all smiles and happiness. Talkin’ about the “magic” of Christmas. I don’t see no magic. Just a lot of work and a big headache. And a lot of sad, mopey faces when it is all over. That is what I see. I really hate Christmas ending.
Some folks, they get real sad after Christmas. They call it the “post-holiday blues” or something. Feeling down in the dumps. Like all the joy has been sucked right out of them. I get it, I really do. You have been planning for so long, and suddenly, it is all gone. But it will come again, like everything else. It is just some natural feelings after the big day.
And they say you should “embrace the misery.” What in the world does that mean? Does it mean I should wallow in my sadness? Does it mean I should enjoy feeling like a deflated balloon? I don’t know about that. Maybe it just means accepting that it’s okay to feel a little down after all the excitement. It is not easy to go back to your normal life after such a big thing. It is normal to feel a little sad, so just let it be.
Maybe it is all that sugar we ate. All those cookies and candies. Gives you a big sugar rush, then a big sugar crash. Makes you feel all tired and grumpy. That’s what I think. Or maybe it’s just the letdown of it all. All that build-up, then nothin’.
But you know what? Life goes on. The sun still comes up in the mornin’. The birds still sing. You just gotta pick yourself up and keep goin’. That’s what I always say. Don’t let it get ya down for too long. There’s always somethin’ to look forward to. Even if it’s just a good cup of coffee in the mornin’.
So yeah, I hate Christmas ending. But I’ll get over it. Just like I always do. I’ll sweep up the mess, eat the leftovers, and get back to my life. And before you know it, it’ll be Christmas time again. And I’ll be complainin’ about the whole darn thing all over again!
