Last week’s column generated many responses from my readers. I’ve heard from folks all over the place who are working hard to make their own happy. From decorating when they felt Scroogey, to baking Christmas candy and cookies, the common denominator between every message, email, and conversation has been smiles and joy.

            This week, I finished the last of the decorating once my kitchen rugs came in the mail and I stood on them while I baked four batches of cookies. The next day, the wood heater burned in my living room and the cinnamon candles flamed in the kitchen. Coffee brewed in the middle of the day and all my decorations lit up. My olfactory senses tingled with joy. It smelled like Christmas.

            All week, after supper, we conducted a performance with our three nutcrackers. We chose a song, or acted out something silly, and let their mouths move to the words. Laughter broke out. Dancing happened. And pure joy erupted from our table.

            With Christmas only a few days away, the Christmas music continues to blare from my car speakers. The silliness keeps leaking out of my mouth and body. And all I want to do is sing, laugh, and have fun with family and friends (just ask my pickleball pals). I’m continuing to make my own happy, even when life doesn’t feel all that happy.

            I want my face to remain acquainted with smiling. I want this holiday season to be memorable and sweet. And I want to be with people who choose to make their own happy too.

            Even if you’re facing empty seats at the table or an illness that’s making life difficult, won’t you choose to make your own happy? Find something to be excited about and focus that direction. Happiness is a choice. Joy often follows. What will you choose this holiday season?