The whole purpose of the Christmas spirit is to be full of joy and laughter. So why does it always feel like a chore to me?
The movies do us wrong by showing families coming together and actually enjoying themselves … false ideals that I’ve never seen anyone have in real life.
I feel like my family spends so much time trying to be perfect and make those “picture moments” to share on their socials, that real happiness never has a chance to creep in.
I’m starting to think my sister was right about being “busy” over the holidays and unable to join us during the main event. I wish I could just be with her right now, and show up next week once the festivities are over.
In the meantime, I’ll go make my presence known until I can sneak away from the crowds and enjoy a little peace and quiet for myself