Christmas is a hard time of the year for me.
It makes me think of family. And little kids. Mine would have been born around Christmas which makes it even more painful. Every year I try to make the best out of the Christmas season. Psych myself up by heading to brilliantly decorated malls and going gift shopping then sending it off to people I love. This December turned out much better than I could have imagined, but Christmas just isn’t the same thing anymore.
I’m choosing to spend this one alone because accepting invites to go over to friends’ houses and spending Christmas with their families isn’t exactly a better alternative. Half the time’s spent answering questions about where my family is and why I’m not with them. Not the best way to avoid thinking about family.
Maybe someday it’ll be a celebration I find myself looking forward to again.
I miss the magic that was Christmas.
I miss family.