But seriously, I miss sitting in my living room, looking at the tree. I miss the preparation of presents and trips, vacation time and celebration. I miss Christmas cookies. I miss thinking about the nativity story all the time. I miss my stockings and ornaments. I miss the ridiculously rich hot chocolate I drank at the time.
I know I should look to the future, the present, with anticipation and wonder, instead of dwelling in the past. I know that there are treasures and memories, scents and treats and excitement and celebration, all waiting here in this moment if I choose to find it.
But it's not Christmas.
North Pole or Bust,
TFW
