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Although I’m a firm believer in waiting to celebrate Christmas until Thanksgiving is over, I love the holidays. December is one of my favorite times of year. I enjoy decorating and baking and absolutely love making gifts. My birthday is the week before Christmas. I have so many Christmas socks I can wear them every day in December without having to do the wash. Today, as I write this, I’m wearing grey socks with snowflakes and skiing snowmen.
But ever since my grandma died, it’s been more and more of a struggle for me. I feel like I go through the motions, but get less and less enjoyment out of it.
Every year it feels less and less magical.
This year is particularly difficult. Although I am coming to terms with the end of my marriage and the shape my new life is taking, it feels strange to celebrate holidays without the person I’ve been with for eleven years.
A part of me either wants to go to sleep now and wake up on January first or run away to somewhere new. In the past, I’ve always thought the idea of going somewhere tropical for the holidays was crazy. I love snow! I want to cozy up by a fire and read by the light of the Christmas tree. But this year, a week in Fiji sounds a whole lot more appealing.
As it turns out, my budget and Fiji don’t see eye to eye, so my plan is to go to Florida to visit one of my closest friends in early January. It’s something wonderful to look forward to, but it isn’t going to help me feel better about Christmas. I don’t want to just make it through my birthday and the holidays, I want to enjoy them.
My parents and I will get a Christmas tree and decorate it. We’ll go to see “A Christmas Carol” like we have every year since I was a kid. I’ll bake cookies and wrap gifts. I’ll go for walks in the snow and sit by the fireplace.
I am also trying to add in some new ways to celebrate, like going to a nighttime parade with lighted floats with my best friend and her little ones. And this time I’ll be a spectator, not freezing my fingers off playing flute and piccolo in them liked I used to do when I was in marching band growing up. My dad and I are talking about making a gingerbread house, which we haven’t done since I was a little kid.
Somehow, it doesn’t feel like enough.
Since I don’t want to spend the month of December wandering around muttering “Bah Humbug” or trying to drown myself in a vat of eggnog, I’d love to hear from you. What are your suggestions for making Christmas a little more magical?
About Brigham VaughnBrigham Vaughn has always been a voracious reader with her own stories to tell. After many years of abandoned plots, something finally clicked. Now she’s eating, sleeping, and breathing writing and is excited to have finally figured out what she wants to be when she grows up. In the little time that isn’t spent writing or reading, she loves cooking, yoga, photography, and remodeling her ninety-year-old home. Brigham lives in Michigan with her three cats and an amazing husband who has always been her biggest champion.
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
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