And Then, There Were (Only) Three

I’m not feeling very, how could I say this, umm… Christmassy, today. Besides the She & Him album buzzing away silently in the distant ambience, it feels like yet another bland and ordinary Saturday.

I won’t be seeing either one of my sisters today too, two stalwarts of my holiday RSVP list for much of my life. My Mum is inside hanging new curtains and my Dad is out shopping somewhere, so really, Christmas spirit is as far from this house as snow is from the Sahara.

I never completely understood the whole concept of Christmas cheer though. Yes, you are (somewhat) responsible for your own emotions and feelings, but Christmas cannot be spent alone, no matter how solitary you are. Is it then, that Christmas really is about the company you keep around that time and not just your own disposition? Granted, I am not the cheery optimist even when I get the rare chance to shout “Bingo!”, but I just can’t feel happy in a situation like this.

Maybe later when we bring our tree inside and adorn it with all things shiny, it’ll feel like Christmas again. Maybe I’ll even post some pictures. But right now, I’m blasting Strobe through my earbuds, wishing, hoping, praying, that it picks me up for just that little bit longer.