ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Christmas and Growing up Dear Diary, Whatever happened to that Christmas feeling? I'm starting to lose it. I may be late talking about it, but not so much, it *was* just yesterday. For the past few years it seems so different, so out of reach, just so alienated. I'd never thought I'd feel that way about Christmas, never. It's about family and friends time. It's about traditions. It's about celebrating the birth of my Savior. I've always known that Christmas just wasn't about the presents. But when you've been a good boy or girl all year, it seems to be one of the major reasons on why you love it so much, on why it is so special. Christmas is not about the presents. This year Christmas didn't have that same...warm fuzzy potpouri feeling to it. It didn't have that life is beautiful and great, let's make the best of it aura. It didn't have those beautiful snow angels on the ground sort of atmosphere because the 7 inches of snow lay untouched. Maybe it is because my sister, brother, me, and the rest of the kids didn't go to church. Maybe it was because we didn't attend Church in the early morning. Maybe it was because we didn't do our traditional stay up until 12 on Christmas Eve for Christmas day so we could open a present with the music of the old grandfather clock still ringing to tell the entire house it's midnight. It just wasn't the same. It's not the presents, they are always beautiful. It was behind the wanting of the presents, the absence of that feeling of being that care-free child on Christmas day that bothers me. With care, 5:03 p.m. - 2002-12-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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