I thought I would never see Christmas this year. Earlier last night, I was feeling extremely down and it's weird how I couldn't think of a proper reason why. Christmas this year was different. Every year, it gets different. I told my ex not too long ago that I didn't feel Christmas anymore. He said it was because I was getting older, and he was right.
Watching my nieces and nephew run around and stuff their faces with food made me realize that I am getting older. I know this because I sat at the adults' table with my grandma and pa for dinner. I am getting older because instead of playing with Barbies or talking about boys, I was drinking scotch and smoking cigarettes while talking to my aunts and uncles about classic rock legends (yes, I can smoke in front of my relatives now, wee). Finally, I am getting older because I actually managed to give my parents nice Christmas presents because whattheheck, I'll be earning my own money soon.
I am older. Christmas is for the kids. Giving is more rewarding than receiving. And I promise, Christmas next year will be different, but better.
Happy Birthday, Jesus! :)
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Perfection.
Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas to all the HOs out there. A special kiss to my one and only
HO.
Heart hugs,
Faye