This archive report was first published on 19 December 2019.
As I approach my 41st birthday, I've finally figured out why I've never been a fan of Christmas. It's not the commercialism or the stress that comes with the holiday season, but rather the painful memories of my childhood that have left a lasting impact on me.
My parents tried their best to create a festive atmosphere, but it was always marred by tension and sadness. We would put up a Christmas tree, decorate it with lights and ornaments, and try to make the day special. But my father's behavior was always a source of stress and anxiety.
He would often get arrested on Christmas Day, and my mother would be left to deal with the fallout. I remember the look of sadness on her face, and the way she would try to hide her tears. It was a difficult time for our family, and it's a memory that I've carried with me into adulthood.
As I grew older, my feelings about Christmas never really changed. I would try to put on a brave face and participate in the holiday festivities, but deep down, I was still struggling with the painful memories of my childhood.
But this year, something is different. I've decided to take back Christmas and make it my own. I'm buying a tree, wrapping presents, and drinking copious amounts of wine. And I'm not just doing it for myself, but for my kids as well.
So, to all my sisters out there who are struggling to find joy in the holiday season, I urge you to take a step back and re-evaluate your feelings about Christmas. Don't let the stress and anxiety of the season get the best of you. Instead, focus on what truly matters – spending time with loved ones, creating new memories, and finding joy in the simple things.
Merry Christmas to all, and may this season bring you cheer and gladness.
