Looking over the Wikipedia page for December 13, I find the most immediately depressing entry to be this one, from 1972:
Apollo program: Eugene Cernan and Harrison Schmitt begin the third and final Extra-vehicular activity (EVA) or "Moonwalk" of Apollo Apollo 17. This was the last manned mission to the moon of the 20th century.
Is that some depressing shit or is that some depressing shit?
Ashley had to read stories to the little children of Smithsburg today as part of that town's Christmas festivities. There was a coloring contest. I, with my vastly superior artistic talents, did not enter the drawing for the big panda bear (though I would have taken him; I mentally named him Percy, which seemed to suit), but I did do a drawing. Unable to think of what else to draw, I did a crayon rendering of the Earth as seen from the Moon.
What does that have the hell to do with Christmas? I don't know. Maybe I was trying to evoke the great Earth-rise photo taken by the crew of Apollo 8 over Christmas 1968, although I didn't think of that until just now, so that probably wasn't it.