Singing the post-holiday blues. Yep, that’s what a lot of people are doing these days. It’s the holiday hangover from the good times you may or may not have had, but are now paying for in multiple ways. It can make you want to hurl, no matter how cheerful you normally are or try to be.
First, your home, which looked all beautiful and decorated for Christmas, down to the neatly wrapped presents, now looks like a bomb went off. Worse, you spent all your energy to plan and pull off Christmas, so you have no ambition left with which to deal with its aftermath. And as usual, no one else wants to help.
Second, who wants to do anything when temperatures after Christmas are dipping into seasonal lows, some in record-setting numbers?! Baby, it’s cold outside! Nobody likes to start his/her day starting up a lawn tractor or snow blower just to be able to get out on roads that are unfit to traverse.
Just why would we get out on unplowed and/or unsafe roads unless it’s a certifiable emergency? This brings me to my third observation about post-holiday blues-born behavior: we risk life and limb leaving home in the name of the almighty dollar – going to work because we really need the money to pay off the Christmas items we have floated on our already bloated credit cards.
That reality is hardly morale-boosting or inspirational, which brings me to my fourth point: as of December 26, the peace, joy and goodwill to all humankind that’s espoused in Christmas cards and songs disappear faster than the seed mix in your bird feeder when a squirrel arrives on the scene.
Given the post-Christmas crappy home conditions, the crappy weather, the crappy temperatures, the crappy roads, the crappy debt and the crappy attitudes of humanity, really only those truly deranged don’t find themselves feeling flattened and blue after being run over by the commercial Christmas train. Unless you’re a cat.
Whether they possess an innate species-specific resistance that insulates them from depression, or because they’re predators without creditors, cats’ outlooks on life do not seem to appreciably change in the direction of blue the minute Christmas is over (please note, I am not including those that received catnip for a gift and/or imbibed in it over the holidays). They just kept going about their cat business as if nothing had changed.
Never have I known a cat to ruin what might turn out to be the start of a promising new year by making resolutions he will most likely fail at fulfilling. Although our cat, Sequel, could stand to lose some weight, she woofs down her food on New Year’s Eve without self-recrimination. Similarly, Grady refuses to set himself up for failure. He doesn’t waste any time paying lip service to a pledge to stop surprising us by randomly pooping in out-of-the-way places. We humans could take a page from their playbook.
Not only that, but keeping an eye on our three cats the day after Christmas, I noticed none of them so much as glanced at the calendar or the clock on the kitchen wall a few feet away from it. This lack of situational awareness appears to have a protective quality and actually works in their favor. It forces them to live in the here and now (a place some of us visit far too occasionally) which is the only place real change can occur. Hmm. That’s worthy of deeper consideration.
None of my cats ran up significant debt during the month of December. They never even take a credit card or wallet with them when they go out the door. Instead of giving expensive gifts purchased online, they give things they can acquire through hard work. Why just the other day, Tiger brought me a ground mole he had captured and left it where I would have to acknowledge it if I wanted to exit out the side door. So much more personal than a pre-packaged gift!
It’s no wonder the felines in our family looked at me dubiously when I tried singing the post-holiday blues to them: they just can’t relate to my indirect, internally-manufactured human nonsense.