I wish I could have stolen some of your Christmas’ growing up.
I did not have the easiest of childhoods. Most of us didn’t. I can remember going across the street to my paternal Grandmother’s, where my only aunt would crack the door with chain behind it only to say to me “We ain’t got nothing for you,” then close the door and I’d take the steps down and come home. It was like this every year.
This year I have decided to do the Twelve Days of Christmas from my point of view. It will give me a chance to look back and explore my feelings about this time of year. I am usually really unhappy, this time of year. This year, it’s different. I am neither, happy nor sad, nor am I indifferent. How can this be?
Well I am not sure. Perhaps this is just a part of my growth. Maybe, just maybe, I am letting go of what used to make me so sad and just haven’t figured out how to be happy during the holidays, yet.
