Christmas Is Almost Over, and I, for One, Am Glad!
Two households, murder, family estrangements, luging in New Zealand, waterfall frolics in Australia … it must be Christmas
We all have different Christmas experiences. Some are magical; some are the stuff of nightmares. I’ve had both.
I’ll be honest; I’m not a big fan of Christmas.
I abhor the commercial element and the buying for buying sake. I feel grossed out by consumerism. But not just that, the pressure and dialogue around Christmas surround itself with family. And when I say family, chosen family is omitted from this.
“Oh, but it’s Christmas,” they say as if suddenly the chasm between you and an estranged family member should evaporate into the abyss. An expectation that with fairy lights comes miracles and that you will hug, play with carebears, and plait each other's hair.
Shit doesn’t change just because it is Christmas! And unless both of you are in a place of reconciliation, you remain a juxtaposition of communication. Yes, we can forgive and move on. But old wounds leave scars.
I’ve spent incredible Christmases with friends. We may not be anchored together biologically, but we are a family of choice. We are connected through a willingness…
