"Go, Bones. Being kind doesn’t need an excuse, alright?"
Since my mom passed away Christmas Eve, Christmas isn’t the same. I tried and succeeding in putting a happy face on my last Christmas with my dad. And last Christmas with my friends I also smiled. I tried so hard to get into that spirit of before when I had my mom. My dad could care less about decorations and presents, but that was my thing with my mom. And it was the little part of me that was lost when she died. I still bought presents, and I still wrapped them, but there wasn’t much joy in doing all that.
Now, this year. I’m excited for Christmas, it’s not a chore to wrap presents and put up lights, it doesn’t feel like an accomplishment to make it through one more day. I’m genuinely excited for Christmas. I guess it has to do with my job and the people I’ve gotten to have as part of my family. I’m excited to give them their presents and see the joy and thoughtfulness. I might’ve gone a little over-board, but I’m just excited.
I can’t wait til Christmas. j
"Three words, eight letters. Say it, and I’m yours."