The holidays are nearly upon me again. Yet again, I face another year childless. Yet again, I'll have the looks and questions from well-meaning relatives. The difference? This year I'm not going to let it get to me. Or if I feel like it is getting to me, I'm going to have a glass of wine or similar adult beverage and ignore them as best I can. This year, I'm determined to have a good holiday season that doesn't leave me feeling like the loser in the genetic lottery. I will find my happiness in the season.