I sort of dropped off the face of the earth for a few weeks, but for me, that’s just how things roll over the holidays. As in, roll right over me.

I really appreciate you kind folks who occasionally approach me to say how much you enjoy reading my column, but to be honest, it makes me wonder a little about you, since I haven’t published a column in many weeks. It’s a lovely sentiment, but I must say I don’t know whose column you’ve been reading and enjoying; I just know it hasn’t been mine.

Anyway, I’m back, however fleeting and tenuous that status may be.

Life has always gotten in the way of doing everything I want to do, or at least it has for many years. There is so much to do and so little time to do it all. But for now, I would like to say, Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Those who know me well know I am not the merriest of souls at this time of year. I do make an effort, but by the end I am so ready to be done with it. This year on Christmas Eve, at 11 p.m., just as we finished wrapping the last of the presents, I fell back on the couch and looked around for Jesus with exhausted eyes, and what I saw were mostly expectations that were self-induced. Sure, Jesus was around, and it was a true blessing to have my loved ones with me, but I know that what Jesus really wants for me is to sit still.

Rarely happens, unless there’s a good binge-watch on TV, and I’m pretty sure that’s not what Jesus has in mind.

On a related note, I do want to say that now would be a good time for everyone to make sure they have all their Christmas put away, because it is time to move on. There are a couple of Christmas commercials that, if I have to hear them one more time, WILL cause me to set my hair on fire.

And gas stations, business offices and the like all need to dig out those storage boxes, and get that stuff put up so they can get ready for Valentine’s Day.

It’s a-coming, and all of us single folks, who are still reeling from the vision that’s burned into our eyes of those beautiful people whose significant other presents them with cars and diamonds for Christmas, are emotionally mustering up some gumption to get through the commercialization which is Valentine’s Day, where chocolate and diamonds meet, get married and give birth to a dozen roses, whose sole purpose in life is to remind us that we are, indeed, Unloved.

Okay. That sounds really bitter. Kidding, not kidding. Maybe I need to give up TV, but then (speaking of love) how could I watch “The Bachelor”?

It is true, that perhaps I need a vacation. That, too, is a-coming.

And so are cheerier thoughts ahead, I promise. Happy 2020, y’all.


Julia Salas lives in Lawton.

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