“It’s not like Christmas at all. I remember when you were here, and all the fun we had last year.”
A true phrase, for me, this holiday season. Now, don’t call me a Scrooge, a grinch, or a humbug just yet.. This year was my first Christmas, where I hadn’t spent it with any of my own family, and by my own family I mean my parents, my siblings, grandparents and so on.
Seeing as I have a family of my own now, we must, to be fair, alternate families on holidays. This year, we spent Christmas with my in-laws. Which, don’t get me wrong, was warm, festive, and cheerful; yet I found myself having a hard time believing it was actually Christmas. As if something wasn’t quite right.
Today, December 29th, was the day we spent with my family, including my sister via FaceTime. We opened our gifts to one another, decompressed and packed them all up, visited, and departed after a very generous helping of late Christmas dinner.
Still, it did not feel like Christmas. It was all, just, different, to simplify it.
Strange, foreign, and all quite new to me. Hopefully this “not-quite-Christmas” stays in 2015..