Tomorrow is Christmas. Usually by this time every year, I'll have all presents bought, wrapped and under the tree. But this year I'm practically forcing myself to wrap the three presents I have to go under the tree, and I didn't even bother getting christmas presents for the people I didn't have to.
I'm just not feeling it this year for some reason. There's no extra happiness that I get from knowing that Christmas is near. And in a few hours I'll be with the extensive Weston side of the family waiting for Santa to come, only not down the stair-chair this year.
Was there not enough time home before Christmas arrived? Is it because everyone's cutting down on gifts this year? Is it because I asked for too much, taking away that element of surprise on Christmas morning of not knowing what I'll be unwrapping? Is it because the annual Christmas Eve family gathering has been moved from Grandma's house? Is it because Sara and family won't be joining us for Christmas or New Year's?
I don't get it.
What's missing?
yo, i totally hear ya. i got the true meaning of Christmas all set in my heart since the beginning of advent, and i enjoyed the winter season and listening to Christmas music while i was at school, but everything kind of just didn't come together for me this year. so weird.
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