All I want for Christmas is to not be sad one day is that too much to ask.
I mean really, that was christmas? Gone are the days when I would wake up with a jump in my step and a curious mind about what I could have gotten. Gone are the days when I would leave my house in a new piece of clothing that I had been given. Gone are the days when I would be able to choose how much food I wanted to eat and what I wanted to eat.
This year, to me, christmas seems like any other day. I know that it is selfish and childish of me to be whining that my christmas this year lacked in its usual panache, but I guess the old saying that you never know what you’ve had till you’ve lost it really comes to mind. I guess I wished and thought that these Christmases would last forever and in the end, everything must come to an end.
I guess I just miss my granddad being around. He could bring a smile to my mum’s friend instead of her being a down in the dumps woman who is getting down on her self about the fact that my father is having another one of his temper tantrums about this that or the other because my granddad would shut him up and tell him to grow up, which now no one can do. If my granddad was still here than my mother would not have to cook and we’d have been able to get out of this house.
I don’t know what it is, but I guess to me this year, Christmas was just like any other day of the week, just with more food and a few gifts. Is it just me? Or has christmas just disappeared? I really want that christmas spirit back and I guess I will just have to wait until I have children to get it back.
Once I have children, I’ll give them their gifts and watch them open them with glee. I’ll give the breakfast and play with them in the morning. I’ll take them to their grandparents and we’ll have a big family dinner. Then I’ll put them down for a nap, when they are young and then we’ll have tea before playing a board game. It’ll all be fun. I guess I just want the magic back.
Is it bad when you look forward to New Year‘s Eve and going clubbing with your friends rather than having Christmas at home with the family? I guess you could blame it on the fact that I am 18, but having a sick sister, an even sicker and angrier father, a sick cat, a depressed mother and an upset middle sister at christmas really doesn’t get my heart going anymore or my stomach twanging with butterflies.
2013 had better be better than this. I have to keep my spirits up and believe that 2013 will be better.
The older I get the less Christmas Spirit I have…
- Christmas, flu and becoming ‘mum’ (keepbeingstrong.wordpress.com)
- The Day After ‘Christmas’ Pill (trailblazer1.wordpress.com)
- Family (brandonbored.wordpress.com)
- Dickensian Christmas (lhgardener1988.wordpress.com)