Dec 24, 2006 22:51
There's always still a little flicker of excitement on Christmas Eve, even if it's not the same as when I was little. But I'm trying to prepare myself mentally for dissappointment, because it always comes. I'm trying to focus on the reason for the season. Because I know for a fact that Santa didn't get me many gifts at all. I'm the only kid left in the house and I'm eighteen years old. Why WOULD I get a bunch of cool stuff?
Honestly, my mother's never been really good at picking out gifts for me, even if the list is right there for her. And I'm growing up. I remember when I watched my older brothers grow up, each Christmas they received less and less gifts. I don't want to be materialistic. It's just really nice to know that someone who cares about me wants to find me special things and give them to me all wrapped in pretty paper and bows. But it's okay. It's been a great Christmas season so far. I bought a bunch of my friends gifts and I felt great about it. I guess I was just hoping that the timeless rule would ring true: "What goes around comes around." Hm. It's a nice thought anyway.
I thank my Heavenly Father for all the beautiful things and people that are in my life. I thank Him for Christ and for Christmas. For my family, for my friends... and for life, no matter how completely depressing it is sometimes.