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Honestly I just miss Christmas as it used to be for me. As a kid it was really something special.
These days it's just depressing. I dont handle that type of nostalgia very well.
As an adult, the experience of going to any family events is just... ugh. UGH. Why even bother? No, I dont want to sit there hearing dull people complain about politics or some nonsense like that. Not to mention plenty of other aspects... but that's a whole other depressing rant.
I dont bother with those events anymore. Mostly for me Christmas is doing 2 things: 1, driving around and looking at random light setups on various houses, and 2, repeatedly wandering through the Christmas isles of the various local Walmarts to look at stuff and then get depressed about related memories.
Cant do that this time though, bleh.
I need a time machine or something, let me just skip all that and go to January. That'd be the best "Christmas".
There, I'm done, it was awful, you're welcome.
My most basic response is, "Don't even go there."
For me, Christmas took a terrible hit on Wednesday December 13, 1978 when my father passed away. And that Christmas essentially died for me when my mother passed away on Wednesday December 13, 2006. And no, the dates aren't a typo error.
So Christmas in both my heart and mind amounts to a period of terrible sadness even though I have spent the last eleven Christmases with my cousin. Something that may not even happen this year, much like Thanksgiving as well given current pandemic concerns for folks our age.
Whatever "best Christmas" I had, was well into my past and will never be part of my future.
My most basic response is, "Don't even go there."
For me, Christmas took a terrible hit on Wednesday December 13, 1978 when my father passed away. And that Christmas essentially died for me when my mother passed away on Wednesday December 13, 2006. And no, the dates aren't a typo error.
So Christmas in both my heart and mind amounts to a period of terrible sadness even though I have spent the last eleven Christmases with my cousin. Something that may not even happen this year, much like Thanksgiving as well given current pandemic concerns for folks our age.
Whatever "best Christmas" I had, was well into my past and will never be part of my future.