It’s cold, wet, usually dark, often icy and snowy (in the sort of irritating sludgy way). You’ve just maxed out your credit card on needless stuff, for which you will receive scant recognition or appreciation at best. You have to force yourself to be cheery and sociable to people you don’t really want to be spending too much time with. Television just full of the usual repeats; any ‘new stuff’ you will have watched at the cinema or dvd a long time ago. You have nausea, bloating, have gone up a size in your clothing. It lasts for the best part of two weeks.
It’s warmed up, the clocks have gone back, the evenings are drawing out and daffodils and other wild flowers create a sense of beauty. It’s a bank holiday weekend so you can do something as a family or with those you love and whose company you enjoy; maybe something outside now the weather is nice. No need to spend anything more than usual, beyond some chocolate eggs for the kids, possibly a nice pub lunch as well. Can sit around the table and talk excitedly about plans for the Summer. Then go back to work feeling refreshed, rested and positive.
…so kindly tell me, please, why do many seem to prefer A) to B)?
Or am I just plain weird for preferring Easter to Christmas?