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Two Christmas Angels, Loneliness and Expectations
Why I’m not the biggest fan of Christmas
Let me start with a disclaimer: I honestly enjoy seeing other people reveling in the holiday spirit.
However, Christmas is not my time of year. It’s not my favorite holiday and I’ve dubbed myself a Grinch of sorts.
Growing up, Christmas was a wonderful time of year.
My grandmother had a baking schedule that my mom and I helped maintain. We’d do dozens of pieces of white and dark chocolate one weekend. We made at least 15 dozen cookies of all kinds on other weekends.
My grandfather had a rule that there would be no Christmas tree setup until Christmas Eve, but other types of decorating were okay. Christmas morning, he was always jovial and as I opened my gifts, he’d tease me. He suposedly shot Rudolph (he was a constant hunter) and put Santa out of a job. While some may see that as mean, I just saw it as Christmas morning jokes.
My parents were still married and we lived in a huge house with a fireplace in the basement. The area was cluttered with gifts for me to open first thing in the morning.
There were a lot of bad things happening below the surface, but I didn’t know about them yet. My Christmases were joyous.
