On the 16th of December, we gathered to celebrate Christmas with my husband's family. It's a bit mind-boggling to think that 2023 is almost over, and here comes the Buswell Christmas party. This year is different, though—it marks the first Christmas party without my husband's Mom, who passed away in August.
Our parents, both Gregg's and mine, are around the same age, and it's remarkable how much they share in common. Gregg and I reminisce about our similar Christmas memories, from Midnight Mass and large family gatherings to having Nativity Sets on display. The only difference is, he had the "Elf on the Shelf" tradition growing up I did not.
While Christmas holds a special place in the hearts of our parents, for me, it's mostly a week off work. I hate to admit it, but I'm a bit of a Grinch. Just like the Grinch, I don't hate Christmas; it's more about my feelings toward people in large groups. I find solace in the individual but struggle with larger gatherings. Perhaps I inherited this from my father, but working at a mall during the "Tickle Me Elmo" craze certainly didn't help matters.
I'll miss my parents during the holidays, and I wish I could be closer to them. Despite my Grinch-like tendencies, I genuinely hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season. As for me, I'll be camping with my husband and our dog, steering clear of large groups of people. Wishing you all well during this festive time.
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