Easter is a strange holiday, no?
A resurrection (!!) plus a giant rabbit whose tie to Easter festivities is a holdover from pagan times carrying candy nestled in plastic floss. Nothing strange about these things at all. Continue reading
I don’t get a tree or decorate my apartment. Christmas music drives me bonkers, and not in a good way.
Many times, I have referred to myself as The Grinch, but I don’t hate Christmas; I just can’t find a way to enjoy it.
I used to *love* Christmas. As a child my life was divided into the half of the year when I eagerly anticipated my family’s annual trip to Nags Head, and the half when I couldn’t wait for Christmas.
Christmas was easier then, of course. I mean, come on: PRESENTS! Relatives bearing hugs and gifts seemed to arrive every day for a week, expecting nothing from me but a happy “thank you!” And church was pretty (if still dull to me). Candles! Flowers! Cookies!
Where did it go? How did I lose my Christmas spirit? Can I get it back?