As I wrote about a couple weeks ago, Christmas used to feel so exhilarating. When I was younger, it was full of wonder and excitement. I laid in bed on Christmas Eve as I wondered if I heard Santa’s sleigh on our roof. I poured my heart into decorating the Christmas tree with tons of ornaments and hand-woven snowflakes that my grandmother had made. I picked out special gifts for my parents, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. Now, however, I spend a lot of the Christmas season in a melancholic state.