I love Christmas.
I love putting the decorations up. They’re so beautiful and makes the house fill with happiness.
But as the actual day inches closer, I’m feel a little low.
Maybe because it doesn’t feel like Christmas. It always feels weird when there’s no snow outside for Christmas.
It’s either been raining or really sunny and cold.
Just doesn’t seem like the time of year. Or feel like it even.
Sometimes I wish there was a big family coming over. That we were all getting together. I haven’t done that in a few years, not since my dad died. Having a small nuclear family has it’s ups and downs I suppose.
I see people rushing to visit everybody and feel sorry for them. But I’ve never had to do that so it’s kind of lonely at times. But I have my mom and that’s enough.
I gave a Christmas card to someone and I don’t think they were expecting to get a card because they gave me a big hug afterward. I’m glad I could make her happy.
Today’s a stream of conscious post, if you haven’t noticed.
I hope tomorrow I can think of something better to write about. Don’t worry, I’ll get back into the swing of things eventually.
Was I even in the swing of things?
Who knows. My posts have always been random.