I always get down a bit after Christmas, when everyone gone home, the place is tidied up and the obligations and expectations are over for another year. Maybe it’s that hollow, unfulfilled desire for something more, but I think it’s actually the emotions associated with realizing I actually do love all these people. I do like entertaining and bull####ting and running around to get things in order. I do like playing stupid games with the family and spilling drinks and getting a headache from all the loud talkers. That’s why I celebrate Christmas I think...if it wasn’t for that one time a year I feel a little pang for family, I could easily convince myself I didn’t care. But I do, and Christmas is that little window into it all.
Merry Christmas CP!
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No, no…I’m not sloppy, or lazy. This is a sign of the boredom.
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