One thing that truly warms my heart during the Christmas season is that you can speak to strangers, greeting them with a Merry Christmas or a Happy New Year, and they usually smile and respond in kind. Of course, there are always those Bah Humbug-types who quickly avert their gaze, avoiding the holiday cooties. Mostly, people are kinder and gentler during the holiday season, quicker to smile and make eye contact...not as likely to steal your place in line.January 2nd changes all that. Yessir mister. Do not talk to strangers and don't even think of speaking to anyone accompanied by cute little kids in strollers. Or, as they flee, it may appear to Security that you are some Aqualung-type-deviate keen on kidnapping their precious cargo. Yep. It's back to being seen, not heard. Don't hold the door or help someone find the Jamaican Pickapepper sauce in the condiment aisle. People are just no longer in the charitable mood and they don't wish to be bothered by strangers.Then, there is the task of putting away the barrage of santas and reindeer, snowmen and angels which seem to have reproduced during the holidays. What about taking down the artificial tree? Plus, every precious ornament goes in it's own protective box and it's just damn time consuming, a real nuisance! It will probably take me three days to accomplish what the Grinch did and undid in a short story. At least when it's going up, there is a promise of fun and festivity. Now, its time to pack up, put away, and clean house. January 2nd. Yuck!When I was a little girl, I just couldn't comprehend the need for the word procrastinate. I just didn't get why anyone would "put off for tomorrow what you can do today". Why in the world wouldn't one just get busy and do whatever it was that needed to be done. I remember thinking, "I wonder if those people who don't take down their outdoor Christmas lights are procrastinators?" Ooohh. Icky! That is something I certainly didn't aspire to be. Yet it seems to be a trait that grew with the momentum of responsibility, even though I was absolutely certain that responsible, mature individuals did NOT procrastinate. What I'm really thinkin' now that I'm fifty-one is that January is the best time of year to zip off to a tropical island and celebrate (yeah...that's it) the culmination of another successful (I'm still alive) holiday season. This is as good as any other reason I know of to bask in the sun, with the mesmerizing woosshh of the waves in the background and a (virgin) pina in the foreground, reading a captivating mystery. However...even a tankini won't camouflage the decadent celebrating I've been doing recently. I'll probably need to put off the Bob Marley groove for another year (when I lose weight). Does that make me a procrastinator?