Small Joys

Oops. Got caught up in some journaling, so I’m late on this one.

Today Holidailies says: Share your best advice for surviving the holiday season.

I’ve answered this last year, on December 3. My answer was to protect your peace, namely by saying no to things and people who disrupt it. You don’t have to do all of the things and you don’t have to see all of the people.

This year, I’m suggesting saying yes, but to the small joys that can still be found in an ever-demoralizing world. There’s a lot going on around the world, as there always is, with war, natural disasters, economic instability, and social upheaval. If you’re in the United States, 2025 has been a whammy of political insanity. For all intents and purposes, the country is collapsing under a regime led by a megalomaniac who has one foot in the grave and wants to ruin as much on his way out as he can. Wherever you turn, there’s bad news.

And yet, wherever you turn, there lies the opportunity for a small joy.

Fill a bird-feeder and watch our feathered friends flit around. Look at how the sun shines on their feathers, listen to their little chirps and songs.

Make a giant mug of hot chocolate. Dump in some marshmallows and top it off with whipped cream. Sit under a quilt, take a sip, and let the whipped cream dot the tip of your nose.

Listen to your favorite music. Play the same song over and over again as many times as you want. This song has 1,046,490,278 plays on Spotify. I think I’m responsible for those last 278 of them. The music sounds like we’re being flung out into some kind of giant cosmic nightclub. I love it.

Call a friend you haven’t spoken to in a long time. Let the friendship pick up like it was just yesterday. Listen to how happy they are to hear from you. You’ll hear it in their voice.

Sleep late. Like, really late. Past noon. Get up, have lunch. Then read a good book. If you need a nap, take a nap.

Put on something comfortable and stretch. Feel how everything extends and loosens up.

Hold the door open for someone else, just to do it.

Make a donation to your favorite charity.

Light your favorite candle.

Watch your favorite comedy. Or spooky movie. Or musical. Or drama.

Help your kids build a snowman.

Draw something fun on the sidewalk with sidewalk chalk.

Play solitaire with real cards. Or have a game night with friends.

Stroll through a museum.

Get on the floor and romp around with your dog. Let your cat judge you both.

Take a hot bath with a million tea lights around you like they do in the movies.

Look up at the stars.

Scroll through your phone at pictures of the good times.

Go down a YouTube rabbithole of old commercials. Send the links to friends your age. Every time I see a montage of commercials from the 70s and 80s, it’s like I’m a kid again. “I had that! And that! Remember that?”

Buy something small on sale that you never tried before. I’ve discovered vanilla cream seltzer for 89 cents for a 33-ounce bottle, and the other day I managed to snag five of them for a dollar.

Small joys like that are sustainable. They’re what will get us all through both the season and whatever earthly turmoil surrounds us. Post ’em if you’ve got ’em. I’m always looking for fresh ideas.

A Christmas ornament in the shape of a snowman, with a small tag that says "joy."

A Fine Point

I’m a writer. This means I work with words, little things that have meaning and must be treated with respect.

Yes, I write in a colloquial way here, but I also know a thing or two about grammar, having spent 14 years of my career as an editor.

Phonics? Yep. Give me some phonemes and graphemes, baby.

Rhythm and flow? I’m a poet and I know it.

Spelling? Oh, heck yeah. In French, too, back before I let my French collect cobwebs.

Yet I’ve been making a giant mistake my whole life, one that I must confess to you now.

I’ve been both spelling and saying poinsettia incorrectly, as pointsettia.

PoinTsettia.

POYNT-set-ee-ah.

Ain’t no t after the n in that word.

Oops.

Anyway, here’s a little pic I took today. It’s a close-up of a POINSETTIA.

A close-up of part of a poinsettia.

Hyvää Vuodenvaihdetta!

One of my favorite things about Holidailies is the prompts. I’m a journalist, and usually by the end of the day the last thing I want to do think of something to write about, even if ultimately I enjoy it, so the random prompts are helpful in nudging me along.

Today Holidailies asked: Where do you fantasize spending your perfect December holiday time? It has to be somewhere you’ve never been before.

I would love to go to Finnish Lapland and stay in one of the bubble, dome, or viewing accommodations where I could see the northern lights from bed. Imagine having some hot chocolate, maybe with some peppermint schnapps mixed in, and gazing out at the sky and the scenery while warm and toasty under some warm blankets.

Northern lights in a dark sky
Northern lights in Finnish Lapland. (Image: Lucas Marcomini)

If I stayed near Rovaniemi, I’d go to Santa Claus Village, too. However, I would forgo sitting on Santa’s lap. I couldn’t lie to him and tell him I was nice when I was actually kind of naughty, heh.

It’s funny, but if anyone had asked me 10 years ago where I’d want to spend the holidays, it would have been someplace warm, possibly tropical, with lots of interesting and colorful birds flying around, but ever since I got into listening to Poets of the Fall in 2014, I’ve been fascinated with Finland. I’ve never been there, but I’ve been dying to go for about five or six years now and I was so very sad to have to cancel my Thanksgiving trip to Helsinki.

The country itself looks absolutely gorgeous, with lots of forest to lose oneself in, and I love cold weather and snow. But beyond that, it just seems like the Finnish people have their priorities straight on education, health care, equity and equality, and the environment. Plus, I’m all for a certain amount of introversion and personal space, being introverted and one who cherishes time alone.

Maybe I’ll be able to go in 2024.

P.S. “Hyvää vuodenvaihdetta!” is the equivalent of “season’s greetings!”