Here is my disturbing realization:
Christmas Day is just a day.
Christmas is the celebration of Christmas.
This year, I will be waking up on Christmas morning alone in my house. Probably without a tree. Or lights. Or presents. Or stockings. Because it's just me here. And it's making me realize that December 25th doesn't mean anything.
The day that's going to count for me is January 1st or 2nd when I get to be in Tulsa with my sisters, brother, and parents.
Thursday, December 03, 2009
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