A Christmas party, lots of relatives, eating, hardly interacting with any of them, end up watching television with my dad, then they leave. Now I'm alone in my room wondering what to do on Christmas day. My dad is sleeping, my mum is cleaning, and my sister is using the com. Wow right. Yet another boring Christmas day.
I've really no clue what to do. My mum's plan for tonight: Eat the leftovers, go for a long walk to burn off the fat. Z man, that's what we do every other night right?
My father gave me a shirt for Christmas. He gave it to me yesterday, unwrapped, and only because my mum sort of mentioned it. Looks like we don't bother with presents and the anticipation now.
I'm not complaining... I've got a present! Its just... everything is for the sake of doing it. What happened to the spirit of Christmas? Apart from the tree, we hardly bother to decorate the house anymore. No, we don't bother to put anything up anymore. No more opening presents together, no more sitting around the television as a family and watching Christmas shows. Have we grown up that much? Every visage of a white Christmas is gone, save for the Christmas tree which we have reused for the past 20 years. There's nothing left. There hasn't been any for years. Unlike other kids, I never believed in Santa Claus. None of that rain-deer bullshit, none of that stocking crap. Why? Because my parents never did.
The good news: We'll be getting a new tree next year.
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