Well, not really. Clearly there is no limit to how we will cause suffering to ourselves and each other. May I suggest that one thing to do is to do our ordinary tasks but minus the usual mental narrative. Nice, if you can manage it. It gives plenty of room for feeling sadness as well as joy.
With that in mind, we put up a Christmas tree and we all took delight in the ornaments, the little twinkly lights and the most excellent smell (even if it is the smell of a tree in the process of dying).
Lucy actually called me a buzzkill the other day. What's up with that? And how did she even know that word?
Olive, who is quite good at at doing things without mental narrative, found delight in a pile of recently scoured Shetland. She has mighty good taste, that cat. The Shetland is part of my experimentations for The Project in Which I Bitch Slap Richard Serra (But, You Know, With Wool) (working title).
A veritable beehive of activity.
Please, I encourage you to embrace the darkness as well as the light of the season! It all will pass swiftly by.