At this time of year, I usually burn out on anxiety and settle into melancholy. I'm nearly done with shopping. I would like to buy one more gift for my wife, but I haven't been able to find something that will work. I can't write what I have in mind because she sometimes reads this.

This particular gift has to make a statement. This will be something that did not appear on the wish list, but something that I had the knowledge, foresight, (telepathic impulse?) to know she would want. Believe it or not, I do have some ideas for such a gift, but I can't find a place that sells such items.

I have to work tomorrow. The job has been rough. More work, less people, more aggressive deadlines, more stress. Times are precarious. I'm hoping the work day will allow for a quick jaunt to get that last, special present.

Meanwhile, the minutes fade toward Christmas Morning. Weeks of stressful preparation resulting in a few minutes of paper tearing and gifts received. Ben bought his first presents this year, so he will see the joy of giving.

I don't know what brings on the melancholy. It's the commercialization. The crowds. Attitudes. Christmas spirit is in the air, but it gets harder to spot every year. I just hope for a happy day, when we can all forget our problems and gripes and concerns and pet peeves and whatever. Long enough to enjoy the people around us. The people who matter.

Family.

Friends.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!