or “embracing the suck”
It’s been about 15 years since I moved away from home. Home being my Mom and the little house I grew up in. Since then she has sold the Colorado house and moved to Florida but when I think of Christmas, I think of that house and how my mom would put the tree in the same place every year. I think of gathering at my Aunt Janet’s house on Christmas Eve and torturously waiting for all the grown-ups to finish dinner so we could open presents. (I swear Uncle Dan got seconds just to give him self a laugh at us kids expense)