After 7 family get-togethers, too much fudge, numerous present-swappings, mingling, catching up, and (did I mention?) too much fudge, I have officially fizzled out.
The first party was filled with holiday wonder for the true meaning of Christmas--the miracle of Christ's birth, the joy of watching children tear through wrapping paper, the appreciation for holiday goodies that only get put out once a year (okay, 7 times, but whatever).
But by the last "party" I sat like a chunk of stale fruitcake in the corner unable to generate the energy to join the fresher fruitcakes (and I say that with genuine affection). The company was no less engaging, but one can only have so much enthusiasm, and I'm not exactly a party chick.
The celebration is over now, the presents unwrapped, the Christmas story read, the food gone--well, not really gone, just relocated to my thighs. It's no wonder the tradition of New Year's Resolutions follows Christmas, but is it too much to ask for a couple weeks between holidays to recuperate?