Or so The Bible says.
And I full heartily agree.
In a little over a week we will mark the 5th anniversary of the passing of my dear mother-in-law.
Really, she was more like my real mother, but that's another post for another day.
She went back to her maker just a few short days before Christmas.
We buried her the day after.
That was a heavy year.
All of our hearts were filled with incredible sorrow.
The joy of the season was hard to find, but somehow we managed.
The next year took me by surprise.
It was entirely more difficult than I had expected.
I felt more like crying than laughing the whole season long.
I had not expected that.
I thought that I would have some sad memories, but that for the most part I would be excited for Christmas and all the fun traditions our family enjoyed.
I had to force myself to be cheerful for the children and to carry on the traditions for their sake, because heaven knows if it weren't for them I would have brushed them off entirely.
In fact all of the holiday seasons since then have been difficult for me.
Until this year.
I heard a Christmas song on the radio a few weeks ago and I found myself jamming out, practically dancing in the car at a stoplight.
I was excited to feel the crispness in the air, to see lights appearing on houses, to decorate our home with my children, to make things for them with my own hands.
It occured to me one day that for the first time in years I was excited for the Christmas season.
Truely, deeply excited, all the way down to my toes.
For the first time I wanted to drink everything in, to feel it all and do it all.
It seemed as if the fog had lifted.
"To every thing there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance"