The holidays feel so blue now, nothing like they did when I was just two. Somewhere along the way, they stopped putting in effort, draining the magic out of Santa. And here I sit, lost in thoughts that might never have surfaced if Christmas still felt as true as it once did.
I’ve always loved Christmas, always loved the holidays— until I started adding up the years: seventeen, eighteen, nineteen. The third time’s the charm, they say, but it seems more like the charm broke my last straw of hope for something good from any day. Maybe they stopped buying decorations and lights because there are no kids left to believe in the magic and pretend for. But was it ever magic, or just pretending all along?
Happy Holidays, everyone.
xoxo-- december 2024; ysa
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xoxo-- ysa