Holidays do not bring happiness.
A day does not determine one's condition.
Pleasure? Even joy? Severe distress?
Perhaps. But happiness is a decision.
Yet happy people relish celebration,
Having much to celebrate, as all
On holidays ought revel in relation,
Loving well the world of love writ small.
Into life one pours one's inner beauty,
Doing, willing, being what one would,
As much in play and pleasure as in duty,
Yielding self as one pursues the good,
So living as though one believed one could.