Have you ever wondered why New Year’s Eve dances on the heels of Christmas? I have a theory about that.
See, the Christmas fuse is lit after the last “trick-or-treat” is hollered, and the sparks fly. There is all the cooking and baking for Turkey Day, the cooking and baking for Christmas, the addressing of Christmas cards, decorating (inside and out), wrapping gifts, delivering gifts, and keeping the pets out of the Christmas ornaments. By the end of December everyone is either comatose or desiring to be.
Then, hallelujah, New Year’s Eve beckons. New Year’s Eve is the culmination of all that craziness. It is the last hurrah before the New Year sets in and life returns to some version of normal. Even people who crawl into bed before the Times Square Ball Drop (or the Underground Atlanta Peach Drop for us Georgians) recognize that the madness is—thank you, Lord—boxed up ‘til next year.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking I’m using New Year’s Eve as an excuse to drink too many margaritas, eat too many goodies and wear a silly hat.
Okay, well, maybe you’re right about the hat. . .and I might concede the margaritas and goodies, too. But that’s just the point! After all the stress and end-of-year build-up, the New Year’s Eve doctor arrives and his prescription is to “let off some holiday steam” and most people do. (As the NYE doc is a metaphor he can look however you want him to. Mine looks like George Clooney and he has a brownie in one hand, a margarita on the rocks in the other, and he is wearing a big, sexy smile.)
Can you imagine the end of the Christmas rush without New Year’s Eve following after? Whatever would we do with all that pent up frustration and stress? If there were no New Year’s Eve to set us up for January how would we muster the energy to de-ornament the tree, the house, the yard and put Frosty-the-giant-balloon-Snowman back in the attic?
New Year’s Eve is medically required therapy and good for our mental health. The margaritas and brownies have nothing to do with it.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
Have a safe and happy New Year’s Eve, and may all your doctors in 2010 look like George Clooney!
‘Til next time –