The holidays can be particularly tough, especially when we see all the so-called happy families with their perfect lives. (for me, anyway)
When I get those blues, I just think about Joseph and Mary, having to travel 85 miles for a census, with Mary being very pregnant. I can't imagine how un-fun that journey must have been.
"Joseph, pull over, I have to go! Again!"
"Oy vey, Mary. That child in you will be sacrificed by the time we get there at this rate!"
(and then, of course, the rest of the Christmas story, I hash over in my mind with the characters using that same yiddish sounding speech. )