How was your Christmas? Do you ever wonder why it’s called Christmas but it rarely is about Christ? Did you stuff your face? What did you eat? Do you even talk to your family? All questions I want to know.
Now, my Christmases have never been that great. However, last year I spent Christmas and New Years laying in bed with my girlfriend and even though I’m a dance at a party type of girl…that for me was heaven. This Christmas I am alone. It sucks. I keep thinking back to that Christmas and I want that life back. But since that’s not really an option, all I can have is family and friends. In Dominican/Latin culture, our day to celebrate really is the 24. We call it “Noche Buena” or “Good Night”….which is ironic because we don’t sleep. I digress and I tell you that we did not do family dinner on this day. It was a bummer because everyone was posting pictures and celebrating while I was at home by myself. We had planned it for the 25th because we thought we would have to work but it turned out that we didn’t. The plan was for the 25th and we stuck to it. It was nice.
This year we all stuck to the plan(for the most part). It was a nice change from over the years. The dinner was always late, it took hours to open up the presents, some people arrived hours from the expected time and some people were left pissed(myself included). This year we ate at american time(we usually eat around 9 pm) and everyone was dressed and ready by 7.
The children were another story. I have two sisters and a brother. My sisters each have two boys and my brother has a girl. I can’t really remember the age discrepancy but I know the girl is not the oldest but she’s the most mature. The boys just would not listen. I get irritated by children rather easily. I probably shouldn’t say that. I should say I get irritated by children who have bad habits.
Overall, it was a good day. My siblings liked their presents. The kids liked their presents. For better or worse, this year my presents weren’t horrible. The food was good. My anxiety level was moderate, my depression was low and Misophonia didn’t really present herself. There was background sound and my siblings ate at the dinner table. I ate in the living room with the kids and my brother. It was such a nice change. Hopefully we can repeat it next year if I make it through another year of this life xD
Merry Christmas People!