Midholiday musings

Big Frank has seen Christmas come . . . and go. It's funny how this holiday is supposed to one of peace, love, and giving; yet for so many it brings stress, nostalgia, and disappointment. Big Frank thinks that this is a remnant of one's youth, when the holiday truly was a magical time - a time when all routines were broken in a refreshingly bright way, when wishes and hopes rose, and family traditions brought everyone together. As we age the routines vary, wishes and hopes get tempered and family traditions change. Instead of carrying one's own hopes and wishes, the holiday becomes the challenge of fulfilling the wishes and hopes of those loved ones that depend on you. It is funny how those desires of others replace your own and in some way one's own limitations in the difference you can make in others' lives gets accented more and more. This coupled with the knowledge that there really is nothing magical about this time brings a certain melancholy to the season. Of course, especially for those who are not religious, the above mentioned combination can result - in sum - in a holiday that in some ways is a combination of loss plus glaring limitation. For way too many it becomes a time, a season to weather with as much good cheer as one can muster. Big Frank thinks that there is a way around this. Click here for the solution.