This Christmas

I really didn't have much of an expectation - and in true form, I got what I thought I would.

Not much of anything.

I can't say that this was a particularly hard holiday, but it definitely wasn't the same. No tree, no family dinner, no cards exchanged, no dad. There were obligatory presents, but most were from myself and folks on the outside.

My mother, bless her heart, is trying. I can tell. But holidays aren't her thing. Never have been. And as much as I tried to infuse a bit of holiday cheer in everyone, I was met with monotone one worded answers full of indifference. I wish I could make it better for everyone.

At least I got to see my oldest sister who made a special trip down to see us since she wasn't having Christmas this year where she lives. It, honestly, was the highlight of this month. I don't often get to see all of my sisters in the same place at the same time.

Maybe next year will be better. Maybe not.

I didn't even get to hear Mr. Hathaway sing. Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.