Sometimes I feel as though I am the only person who is happy when Christmas is over. It isn’t right; I shouldn’t feel this way. But with all the hustle and bustle, and the wonderful lighted displays, excited children, and smiling adults’ faces, the season is so much work for women.
I know why we celebrate and am glad for it. I suppose I am just tired, physically and emotionally. Not too many gifts to buy these days, but plenty of cards to write, some requiring letters. Yet there will be more Christmas seasons, more chances to get into the spirit of the time, as we await our Savior’s return.
I hope the retailers finally did make a profit after struggling all year to pay their overhead. At least, I hope the smaller retailers made a profit and can continue in the work they have chosen. I have little sympathy for the conglomerates who have put small businesses right out of business. I know it’s progress, of a sort, but I miss earlier times when competition was healthy, not cut-throat.
And we all benefited when the US didn’t have such massive trade deficits, and a national debt that has put us into debt to many nations overseas. That in itself can only have dire consequences in the long run. But for now, I will look at 2006 with anticipation that the world will unfold as it should. God is in charge, not strutting man or woman.