If you are blessed with a generally happy Christmas, treasure it enough to share it with someone who might not be.
Consider this my public-service announcement, one for all the grinches, the recluses, and sufferers of seasonal affective disorder. The miserablists of the season.
I can’t be the only one who has heard the song “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” at a mortifying moment when the lyrics can only be considered a form of providential mockery. Stuck in a long shopping line, with a toddler melting down at your feet. Or at a supermarket that is out of the one ingredient you need for the dish you promised to make. Who really feels that their “hearts will be glowing” when after an emotional argument with a close family member? Or an emotional argument with a close family member about the behavior of another emotional and argumentative close family member that you made them sit next to for dinner.
Sometimes “the hap-happiest season” sucks.