Christmas lament
Hey, December's on its way
Hide the scared look on my face
Hang some Christmas lights
And act like I'm okay
And now as the snow starts falling down
I think, as it covers the town
If I go this time, I can't come back around...
Maybe it's just me, but I feel like I've lost the Christmas spirit this year.
I remember the winters of my youth quite vividly. I hated every single one of them. Still do, really. Myself, I've never been one for the colder weather. When I get cold, my back tenses up something fierce. It's a whole painful process that I go through every single year. The first snowfall of the season, though, is always a magical event. I guess in a way, it's fairly safe to say that I love snow, but I hate the cold.
Back in the day, we used to go up to Oakville to visit family for Christmas. From Welland, it's about an hour's drive to Oakville. I remember being so excited to see them, although since my mother and Harv split up, I don't see them much anymore. But I digress. Every Christmas, we used to get so excited about getting to see the family. Every year, we were never let down. Great food, great family. Excellent gifts.
I can't speak on behalf of anyone else in my family, but I think my favourite part of the whole day was the drive back home. I love car travel. I love watching the cars pass us, wondering what kind of stories the other drivers and passengers had. Of course, to an extent I still do that. The magical part of all this, though, was watching the snow fall. It never failed to put me into a trance. There was something about how the lights from the highway would reflect on the flakes.
Ladies and gentlemen, that is what Christmas is all about.
It really depresses me, how the whole Christmas spirit gets lost as we get older. I always do my best to get excited about Christmas, but these days I find it so difficult. It sounds silly, I know, but when I think about Christmas, I think of A Muppet Family Christmas. (Of course, that's probably because Jacqueline and I used to watch it year round!) I think about family and friends, both close and distant, getting together and celebrating not necessarily the Christmas season, but just the fact that everyone is together. These days, I don't experience much of that. Two thirds of my family have, in essence, disappeared from my life in the last decade or so. I love my family, though. It's not something that I talk about often, but every year that goes by where I don't see them, I feel as though a small piece of my soul dies. I want to somehow gather the courage to fix this, but I don't feel like I'm strong enough. I never have. Maybe that's one of the many things that I need to work on in the next year.
This Christmas, I want you, the reader, to know just how much I love you, and how much I truly appreciate your friendship. I know I don't say it enough, but I want you to know that I'm really blessed to have friends like all of you.
It's early, I know, but Merry Christmas.
Hide the scared look on my face
Hang some Christmas lights
And act like I'm okay
And now as the snow starts falling down
I think, as it covers the town
If I go this time, I can't come back around...
Maybe it's just me, but I feel like I've lost the Christmas spirit this year.
I remember the winters of my youth quite vividly. I hated every single one of them. Still do, really. Myself, I've never been one for the colder weather. When I get cold, my back tenses up something fierce. It's a whole painful process that I go through every single year. The first snowfall of the season, though, is always a magical event. I guess in a way, it's fairly safe to say that I love snow, but I hate the cold.
Back in the day, we used to go up to Oakville to visit family for Christmas. From Welland, it's about an hour's drive to Oakville. I remember being so excited to see them, although since my mother and Harv split up, I don't see them much anymore. But I digress. Every Christmas, we used to get so excited about getting to see the family. Every year, we were never let down. Great food, great family. Excellent gifts.
I can't speak on behalf of anyone else in my family, but I think my favourite part of the whole day was the drive back home. I love car travel. I love watching the cars pass us, wondering what kind of stories the other drivers and passengers had. Of course, to an extent I still do that. The magical part of all this, though, was watching the snow fall. It never failed to put me into a trance. There was something about how the lights from the highway would reflect on the flakes.
Ladies and gentlemen, that is what Christmas is all about.
It really depresses me, how the whole Christmas spirit gets lost as we get older. I always do my best to get excited about Christmas, but these days I find it so difficult. It sounds silly, I know, but when I think about Christmas, I think of A Muppet Family Christmas. (Of course, that's probably because Jacqueline and I used to watch it year round!) I think about family and friends, both close and distant, getting together and celebrating not necessarily the Christmas season, but just the fact that everyone is together. These days, I don't experience much of that. Two thirds of my family have, in essence, disappeared from my life in the last decade or so. I love my family, though. It's not something that I talk about often, but every year that goes by where I don't see them, I feel as though a small piece of my soul dies. I want to somehow gather the courage to fix this, but I don't feel like I'm strong enough. I never have. Maybe that's one of the many things that I need to work on in the next year.
This Christmas, I want you, the reader, to know just how much I love you, and how much I truly appreciate your friendship. I know I don't say it enough, but I want you to know that I'm really blessed to have friends like all of you.
It's early, I know, but Merry Christmas.