The After Christmas blahs.
Am I alone here? Possibly, but doubtful. The time following all the holiday hub-bub is quite a conundrum, really. The two weeks of holiday madness, though spectacularly satisfying, can also be fatigue-inducing mayhem. As bittersweet as winding down from the months of planning and producing can be, there is admittedly a bit of a sigh of relief after all the cooking, eating, baking, drinking, eating, drinking and eating and drinking.
Okay. I’m feeling convicted about something.
I didn’t bake. At all.
But I did eat other’s baked goods. Which is also a hassle. What with all the decision-making about whether to have fudge or candy cane cookies. And then there’s all the “thanking” people for their hard work. And all the eye contact avoidance because you have no green or red cellophane-wrapped goodie plate to hand over in exchange. I mean. The struggle is real.
But I digress.
So, you have all the relief. But then the day after Christmas really sets in. You look around at all the empty boxes, the Christmas tree with dried up needles that just yesterday looked like it could have been displayed in the White House and the piles of new toys that seem to have already been forgotten.
The After Christmas blahs.
Time to clean up. Time to store away the Santas and snowmen and candy cane-adorned kitchen towels. Time to carefully wrap up each wise man and stable donkey and baby Jesus in tissue until they can make their reappearance to inspire during the next Christmas season. Time to fold up the stockings that had been so carefully hung by the chimney to await another three-hundred some odd days and then be reinspected by the kids for accidental leftover treasures.
The After Christmas blahs.
Time to reestablish a healthy eating plan, or at least a plan that doesn’t follow the refined sugars food pyramid. Time to cut down on alcoholic beverages and anything that includes the words “nog” or “mix”. Time to put away the tins full of Danish cookies (okay, who am I kidding, the Danish cookies were gone at about 6:26p.m on Christmas day) and festive plates adorned with reindeer and snowflakes.
The After Christmas blahs.
Time to finally but begrudgingly open up the banking website and act shocked at how little money there is because you “totes stuck to your budget this year.”
The After Christmas blahs.
Time to get over it and move on to the next I guess. Can you say “Heart Shaped Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups?”
Mindy
Mindy, you have such a way with words. You should be so proud of yourself. You’ve just written in words what most people are thinking. Keep up your great work.
Thank you mom. 🙂
Good one and oh so true. I was a little leary initially about the “baking”, and did have a very distant flashback to those wonderful cowboy cookies you made, till you fessed up. Yep, the blahs have hit. I’ve satisfactorily balanced the check book, but am in serious denial I must stop eating goodies like its Christmas. Here’s to another year though!
If only we’d been brought up to incorporate things like brussel sprouts and cauliflower into our Christmas traditions. And now I can’t stop thinking about cowboy cookies. 🙂
I just saw this post – not sure how I missed it. I was still feeling the After Christmas Blahs, until I saw a clump of bulbs bravely pushing up through a very muddy, forgotten flower bed. I now have the Holding-My-Breath-Until-Springs.