It's Christmas Eve. These days, it's just one day closer to the holiday season being over which is how I get through holidays these days. It's hard without people. Steve doesn't even ask. He has his wife's family so he doesn't need me. Hope asked a few months ago but then they decided to go to Philadelphia. It's too far away & I would not have gone anyway. I was invited to Dallas to my Aunt's but I don't like the long drive. So it's me, not them.
My across the street neighbor brought me some Chex mix & a little rose bush. Very sweet. My only Christmas gift.
I loved Christmas Eve growing up...we always got to open presents!! We'd eat supper & do dishes & then the youngest person would pass out presents & we'd take turns opening one at a time. Then when we were little, Santa would come on Christmas morning. Then a special Christmas meal of chicken (no turkey for us!) & dressing with pie & fruit salad about 1130. Then of course there was football about 3 so by then it was time for more pie & fruit salad. Tomorrow, I'm cooking some ham, a baked potato & making a fruit salad. And I'm making a chocolate pie. That I have to eat before 6pm of course.
I miss my family, of course. No way around it. But I guess that's my new Christmas tradition. And I live with it fine even if my heart aches just a little for the ghosts of my Christmas past.
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