Every year it's the same, so why am I surprised? Two months of anticipation filled with gaiety and festivities, ending the moment you wake from post-Christmas slumber and realize it's December 26. Did someone just pop a balloon half an inch from my face? We're approaching the dead of winter, and in a week the hallways will be filled with the nerve-grating squeaks of students' wet rubber soles against linoleum and polished cement. Everything is cold and gray. What then do we have to look forward to?
My dearests, it is solely up to us to decide the fate of our happiness. As a long and white-bearded, half moon-spectacled friend once told me, "Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light." Happiness is a choice, as 10% of life is what happens to you and 90% is how you deal with it. Let us make the merriment last through the year. In a month or so you probably won't be having the sale of coffee that is heavily laced with peppermint and eggnog splashed in your face, and lights and greenery will cease to adorn shops and houses. Yet take heart that the source of our joy is eternal.
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