Christmas time has turned into something that I’ve come to dread each year.
Seemingly endless go,go,go to Christmas this and that, the same DVD’s played, the same tons of useless junk that piles up, and having little to no downtime.
I hate that I have gotten this way. At one time I think I enjoyed it. It’s been a long time.
I am starting to feel the same. It seems like every year, I commit to less but still feel just as frazzled. I always find this thread relaxing to read though after racing around all day and preparing for more of the same tomorrow.
Been a long time here too. Nine years ago my mother had a second stroke on Christmas Day, went into a coma and ten days later passed away. Remember the true meaning of the day though and Merry Christmas wally.