Christmas has come and past. What little kid would not enjoy Christmas, Santa Claus, and getting presents, right? Yet, I’m not a big fan of it. I like that we get time off from school because of it and New Year’s, but I feel like Christmas hurts more then it helps. What Christmas stands for is great because of how it is supposed to unite families and bring friends and family closer, but I feel like I don’t see that as much in the present. I know that it brings joy to a lot of people all over the world, but it brings stress to the parents that can’t afford what their kids would like, or stress in what to get people like different friends or boyfriend/girlfriend. Kids just seem to expect more from Christmas, like more and more gifts each year that cost more. It’s not as much of a religious holiday because I’m not religious nor is my two families and we celebrate it, and we can’t be the only ones that do so.
For me, Christmas brings back memories of my parents arguing, because on Christmas Eve in the house that we were at before we moved here, I remember my mom and dad fighting about us and whether or not we should wear coats to our dad’s house. The police ended up getting involved and I just remember that memory on Christmas Eve, because I was shocked that it was possible to have problems on Christmas Eve, because it was such a sacred thing to my young eyes. Even now, when someone that I know got something that she wanted, and ended up not liking after opening it, she complained about it enough to return it, when it in turn was a great gift but she just wanted the money. I guess I am just really pessimistic when it comes to Christmas. I like the holiday, but drama always seems to unfold because of it, so I try to avoid it. It seems to be human nature to avoid things that we don’t want to confront, which I guess it is what I’m doing because I’m not comfortable with my past, possibly? I don’t know. More dwelling on the subject is probably needed to realize everything.
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