Went back to work yesterday and was met with the usual, "How was your holiday?" and "Did you have a nice Christmas?". And, of course, my usual response was, "It was really nice, thanks. How was yours?"
(Not that anyone really cares.)
But as I began to reflect throughout the day, I stopped myself at one point and wondered if Christmas had really happened. I remember traveling; I remember lighted trees and lots of food; I remember seeing family. But when I reflect, it seems to me that something was missing. For some reason, it's almost as if I am recalling a Christmas that happened a year ago or longer, or even one that I have imagined. But it doesn't seem real.
Those who know me well know I love Christmas: I love the weeks leading up to it, the shopping, the carols, the tired, tired, tired shows that play year after year. I love it all. But this year, for some reason, notsomuch.
