|Me, getting ready for Christmas|
I don't hate Christmas....really. I just seemed to have lost my Christmas spirit somewhere. Back in 2010 and have yet to get it back. Honestly if it wasn't for kids I don't think there would even be decorations adorning this cheap, fake tree I dug out.
Here, let me just jump to the obvious reason you think it is...save you some time. Aw, it's because I'm single right? No man in my life so this has to be difficult for me....blah blah blah, I have heard it all and just stop okay?! Nothing to do with that. Although there are days where it would be nice, I harbor no desperate desire for another person in my life and the lack thereof has no bearing on my holiday season.
It would make more sense if I'd had a terrible childhood or some horrible holiday experience like the girl in Gremlins whose dad gets stuck in the chimney and dies. Nope on both counts.
It's not one big thing, it's a bunch of little things.
It's not having my boys with me all day today; a by-product of divorce, I know, My decision, I know. It still sucks.
It's having my family on the other side of the state and knowing that no matter how much I want it there will never be Christmas at my grandparents with my entire family again.
It's the sorrow and sadness for my friends who have lost their sons, and daughters, mothers and fathers, and knowing how hard it is for them.
It's the decadence and the extreme consumerism. Watching people overindulge and get lost in spending and buying stuff because they are "supposed to"
It's the total takeover of this holiday complete with decorations out in October and music playing as of Thanksgiving.
But... I'm not a total Grinch.
I love my boys getting excited about decorations and being able to pick out a new ornament at Bronners.
I love the fact that I still have one that believes in Santa and one who plays right along with his little brother.
I love the fact that my boys are just as focused on Jesus and the miracle of the season as they are Santa and presents.
I love that they have giving hearts and want to put money in every red bucket they see and buy presents for kids who have less than they do.
I love the Christmas Eve service at my church and that this year my boys made it back in time from their dad's to attend as well.
I hope some day it all falls together...that my skin stops thickening around the middle of November and I let myself get swept away in it all.