It’s Christmas time, it’s only a couple weeks left to Christmas, but I’m not feeling it. It doesn’t feel Christmas-y to me. I’m not sure what it is. If i’m tired from the move, or maybe because I haven’t put any decorations up yet. I have them, I just don’t have anywhere to put them.
Last year was my first Christmas back home, surrounded by family (here), the year before was my first time hosting Christmas at my (old) place (here). This year, we will probably be having Christmas here, as always, and I am looking forward to seeing my family. It’s really the one time a year I get to see my Uncle. I love seeing my younger nieces and nephews get their presents, I think in many ways, Christmas is best with children.
I love Santa photos, it used to be a tradition that my Nan and I would go and get them together. Nan was the only one without fail, who would say Yes to having one with me, walk up, sit on Santa’s knee and proceed to sweet talk him. When I moved to Adelaide, Adam gave in to my pestering the first year, but no more. Nan passed away. I’m still trying to find someone to have a photo with, I don’t want one by myself. I’m hoping to convince my youngest niece and nephew.
Christmas is usually one of my favourite holidays, so I’m kind of bummed that I’m feeling bummed. I guess I’ll try and find a spot to put up one of my three trees, start playing some Christmas songs (My favourite is Carol of the Bells) and try to feel festive.