I always get the post Christmas blues. The evening of or day after glum that my favorite time of year is already over. The sadness that I have to wait a whole other year before I can experience the spirit of Christmas. 

This year I listened to my sweet husband sleeping and snoring by 7 pm on Chridtmas evening. I watched some extremely lame Christmas movie with Larry the Cable Guy and as lame as it was I just sat there and cried. 

I determined right then and there that we would create our own Christmas evening tradition beginning next year. A special dinner or meal with family at home, a unique restaurant dinner, or just pizza and games with friends. Something has to happen to avoid the gloom!

Christmas was over. I was depressed. 

Not depressed by the fact that I wasn’t getting anymore gifts or I wouldn’t hear my favorite songs,  but because the overload of family time was coming to a halt.