“May your days be merry and bright.” That’s not a problem for me during this season. I love everything about it: the decorations, the music, the movies, the cooler weather, the family traditions. I think strangers are even friendlier to one another when they pass on the street, exchanging a chipper “good morning” on a cool, brisk day.
But to some, this is not “the most wonderful time of the year.” The Holiday Blues are real. They usher in periods of pain, sadness, and even depression. While I’m enjoying a predictable plot on some Hallmark movie, another might…