Does anyone else out there kinda hate this time of year?

I always feel a bit of a Sarah Bernhardt when I express any kind of negativity associated with the season, but between me and thee: the doldrums are here. Holidays are tough in my family, and the solstice ushers in the bleakest, blackest, most dolorous couple of months. I need to just focus on the spirituality of it all, the sense of renewal and the celebration of the year we've just completed, the anticipation of the rebirth that's just over the next hill. And so on and so on.

But in my little heart of hearts, I'm going to enjoy being a grim bitch for the next four weeks or so.