It's 2026!

And back to reality...

It’s January 2, 2026. The Christmas tree is still up, decorated with hearts and birds and angels, in the front window. It looks bare without the tissue-stuffed bags and presents topped by curly bows underneath. Holiday parties have commenced. At least that’s how it is at my house, in the middle of our vast United States. I’m acutely aware that it’s not like this everywhere.

I’ve lived my life in somewhat of a topsy-turvy reverse order, full of drama and loss like many people. But these days of retirement feel settled and normal. My priorities revolve around my husband, family, and friends. This year is the first time I’ve spent the holidays with grandchildren from both of my sons at the same time. Thrilling! I did what I always do, obsessed over getting the perfect gifts. Which I know is impossible, and yet that didn’t stop me from fretting for days.

My therapist might suggest that I’m trying to make up for the past. It also comes from the unrealistic ideals paraded in front of us nonstop, those fantasy holiday commercials, holiday specials, movies, and books that tell us we can have a happy ending to whatever is going wrong with our lives. Let’s drape it with twinkly lights, and bake delicious cookies. Spend a bunch of money. The magic puts everything in place and voila, we’re set.

Our crowded family party was loud and fun, backlit by a toasty fireplace and glowing red bulbs on our house. I bought too many presents (just in case), so there’s returning to do. We ate too much delicious food and sugary treats, so healthy eating and regular walking are back on the schedule. I feel so lucky, and thankful. It took a long time to get here, and I don’t take it for granted.

Best wishes to you and your loved ones for the year ahead. Reach out to people who may be alone, and be kind to strangers. The best gift we can give is love.