it’s the most awww-kward time… of the year

You know what I’m talking about. This poor, confused week between Christmas and New Year’s Day. It has identity issues. It’s like a pre-teen, trying to figure out who she is while she stares at her big sister’s hand-me-downs.

This week has no idea whether it’s Christmas-time or New Year’s-time. We don’t know whether to say Merry Christmas or Happy New Year or something in-between. We’re still basking in the glow of Christmas, still listening to Christmas music. And yet, we know the new year is flying toward us.

Like what, we’re supposed to throw off the Christmas merriment we’ve been anticipating for the past two months and embrace the whole “new year, new start” perspective? Transition from holiday treats and indulgences to new year’s resolutions within one week? I’m pretty sure that’s not healthy.

I’m going to have a word with those individuals who scheduled Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s in the same two-month period. Bad planning, folks. Bad planning. I’m pretty sure we could all use a little bit of thankful cheer in the chill of early March. Would it have been so hard to schedule some festivities then? Or how about May/June?

Granted, I’ll have to get creative in order to have a word with Lincoln (who declared the official day of Thanksgiving), the early Western Christian Church (who guesstimated Christmas), and┬áPope Gregory XIII (who developed the gregorian calendar, which we follow).

But man, if I could get them in a room together, I would give them a stern lesson in planning. So I’ll get cracking on that.

In the meantime, you’ll find me wandering around with a confused look, wishing people a Merry New Year and a Happy after-Christmas.

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