The holidays are here – and instead of embracing the yuletide season as a time for refreshment and joy – so many of us would rather hide til the New Year dawns. I’m among them this year. Only a week ago I was gung-ho – ready to whip up the tree and hose down with mistletoe after a whirlwind Thanksgiving trip to New York. For once I thought, we had actually planned a tolerable holiday season – but my merrymaking melodies got waylaid by Thanksgiving weekend. The trimmings are still in the attic and the wreath isn’t on the door.After one blissful incredible day at the Macy’s parade with my husband and two of his teen children, our trip descended into a venomic cesspool and never quite recovered. It was a 36 hour emotional roller coaster ride through hell.Their dad triumphantly returned with tickets to a real Broadway show, after spending hours in the cold in Times Square. But the tickets weren’t to the show that they wanted. He explained that none were available. …
