So, this holiday that everyone loves is my least favorite of them all. It used to be fun when we were kids, right? Presents, Santa – it really was the most wonderful time of the year.
This year, I feel forced to attend family get-togethers and I feel guilty because I didn’t have enough money to buy presents this year. I am starting to wonder if I should try to handmake things for each of tomorrow’s party guests this evening or if I should just put on a smile and pretend like it’s no big deal.
I remember the first time Christmas as evil surfaced in my writing. It was in Deanna’s story so long ago – I wrote about a dry Christmas that just so happens to be the family tradition and I interspersed daydreams about similar events at Deanna’s house with a much more real and emotional texture. I was so happy in my daydreams,
