And To All a Goodnight

Christmas is my favorite holiday. Every aspect of it fills me to the brim with joy. This Christmas however, has been a little different. With a  month and a half of only thinking about school and work — essay after test after essay– I didn’t have time to build myself up and get in the Christmas spirit. I came home and so quickly Christmas was upon me.  How did it get here so fast? I haven’t done half the things I wanted to do before Christmas- baking cookies, going ice skating, watching Charlie Brown. I am overwhelmed with this horrible sadness because I’ve missed it. I have missed my favorite holiday and I have to wait 365 days for it to come again. And the little voice in the back of my head says that I’ve outgrown Christmas, that it will never be special again.  I hate that inner cynic. I refuse to believe it. Christmas might not carry as much weight this year — on one level I think that the lack of Winnie might have something to do with that — but I still got to come home and spend time with my family. That in itself is a magical thing, and that will never ever change. I hope you have a very Merry Christmas and many more, many merrier, Christmas’ to come.


2 thoughts on “And To All a Goodnight

  1. Where’s your father in this photo? I see your mother, I see your brother. . . don’t you have a father? Someone who would get up early on New Years Day to print out your boarding pass so that you don’t get stuck in a center seat on your long journey back to a third world country?

  2. Happy Christmas my lovely. And I had the same Christmas this year. We’ll get it back for next year. <3

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