After a full-blast Christmas season, most of us are worn out to the point of exhaustion. The time spent with family, the commercialism, the "sounds of the season" and the gluttonous embarrassment of feasting are enough to drive anyone to drink, which you probably also did too much of this year for a variety of reasons. Well, buck up there, son. Christmas is over.
And if you really, really love Christmas, as unhealthy as it may be -- donning the Santa hat in July is disturbing, not cute -- no need to be depressed because there are plenty of things to be thankful for now that Rudolph is back at the North Pole.
No more gifts to buy or malls to visit.
I really enjoy giving gifts to friends and family, but the money, the time spent wrapping, the ceaseless trips to stores (assuming you don't do Amazon), it's exhausting. So, put away the wrapping paper and relax. The gifts are done.
You can get back on your diet.
The vast majority of us normals will consume nearly ten times the amount of food we usually do from Thanksgiving through Christmas. Put the fork down and back away from the pie.
The socializing is over...for now.
Family is fine...at a distance. Now, the only hard-core socializing to do is New Year's and that will be done drunk, so you'll be fine.
The after-Christmas sales start.
If you think Black Friday sales are good, try the day after Christmas.
Fruitcake disappears for another year.
Who even eats this terrifying abomination? I don't even want to think about it let alone look at it, which I don't have to do for about 11 months starting today.
TBS will go back to reruns of My Name Is Earl and stop showing A Christmas Story.
I love A Christmas Story. It's in my top three holiday movies list. But when that final "FA RA RA RA RA" streams off the TV every year, I'm glad to see it go. The 24-hour marathon is clever, but even I think one viewing is enough every year.
The decorations go back into storage.
Christmas decorations are fun and sometimes even beautiful, but they take over all sorts of space and make your house feel a little like a trailer park after a while. Pack up those garlands and lights and forget they exist for a year.
The stores get back to normal.
No more massive crowds jostling for the last can of pumpkin or a stupid toy no one will like in six months. And no waiting 30 minutes in line for a freaking gift card.
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You can play with your gifts.
I mean, right?
No more Christmas music.
I am a huge Christmas music nerd. I start listening way too soon, but I also get worn out on it like most everyone else. I'll be ready to hear it again by next fall, but the hangover lasts a while.