Christmas used to be merrier once upon a time, but I'm doing my best. I am. I swear I am.
But if I'm being honest (and it seems like I should, just in case Santa's paying attention), I'm kind of looking forward to boxing day more than anything else at the moment.
I can't help it. It's been one hell of a year and I'm just missing too many little people.
Sometimes peace doesn't come when you want it to or when you think it should. In fact that's when it can be particularly elusive. Just because Hallmark says I should feel merry doesn't mean merry is necessarily going to find me.
It might. There's still time.
But if all else fails, there's always boxing day.