The Holidays are not going to kick my ass, I try to tell myself. Yet, I wanted time to freeze today. It was our town's Thanksgiving parade in which my daughters participate each year. Because they are still too young to dance through the parade, they ride their dance school's float and wave at all the spectators...absolutely precious. I look forward to this parade each year, and since they are normally at the beginning of the parade, we usually stay to watch the remainder of the participants once we have gotten the girls off their float.
The parade is a lineup of floats, dancers and marching bands culminating with Santa Clause on the last float officially designating the beginning of the Holiday season. Today, I wish I could have frozen time just before this last float.
Although I keep telling myself that I will get through the season this year just fine, something else keeps wanting the days not to arrive. Yes, I dread it. I am going through the motions thinking that the emotions will kick in. I bought the candles for my Advent wreath, but I do not know how I will find the wherewithal to put it out....or even read the readings as a family the way we normally do.
The truth is that I don't want to go through Christmas this year. I would like to take my three children and fly off somewhere far and spend the entire season there, away form all the expectations and traditions and, most of all, away form this wretched house.
...surely Santa Clause will find the children anywhere in the world!
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