So, Christmas is here again. Like the last few years, it’s not a good time for me. It started a couple of years ago when my father didn’t celebrate together with my brother, sister and mother. This was the result of him getting a new girlfriend (or partner or whatever you want to call it), so nothing unnatural about that, as such. For me, it was a huge break in traditions. Even after my parents broke up ten years before, we always celebrated Christmas together. Anything else was unthinkable.
Christmas is, for me, about traditions. Without traditions, there wouldn’t be a Christmas. The reasons for doing things in a particular way isn’t the important thing. It’s that they have “always” been done that way.
So, things have changed over the last years. Again, not necessarily a bad thing. One can make new traditions which will be how things have been done “forever” in a few years. The problem is that things haven’t settled. We’re still celebrating with mum and dad every second year. I really dislike it and end up grumbling a lot and making Christmas miserable for everybody around me (even though I don’t want to do that).
To top it all off, I haven’t seen Karianne for about a week and am missing her sorely. We speak a lot on the phone, which helps, but I still miss her. She’ll be around in three days and it’ll be good. I hope and believe that things will be better once Christmas Eve is past and we’re together again.