Holidays? I can take `em or leave `em; no strong feelings either way. My wife however hates the holidays, with one exception. Her childhood was a nightmare of alcoholism and violence, and any day mommy and daddy where both home with nothing but time, and booze, on their hands, was guaranteed to be not just unhappy, but dangerous and terrifying. After 23 years together, there are still things that she will not tell me about those days, but as a nurse, I think that I can fill in the blanks, so I have never pressed her.
Oh, the one holiday that she loves? New Year’s Eve. No, her parents were no better-behaved on that holiday than any other, but, to her, a new year represents an end of past things, and a new tomorrow that can be different if we have the courage to make it different. I will never be as brave as she is, and I admire her so much, it brings tears to my eyes. She has taught me that every new day is a gift, and if a day does not seem to be a gift, it is because we have chosen to make it something else.