I realized that maybe my excessive love for Christmas stems from my lack of family.
I can’t shop for gifts for them, or sing songs with my nephews and niece, or plan family get-togethers with them…but I can still uphold the family traditions, even when I’m no longer part of theirs.
I can play the same songs that I’m certain they’re listening to.
I can make the things I know that they’re eating.
I can decorate the tree the way my mom taught me.
I can watch the same movies.
I can rehash the remarks my Dad would make when his least favorite songs came on, and smile at the way my mom would laugh every time he’d tell Karen Carpenter to “eat a cheeseburger” as, my mother would sigh and say, “such a waste” when her favorite Carpenter’s songs started spinning on the record player.
I can still be there in some way.
Hang the lights.
Use grandma’s “secret” tricks when making the pie.
Yes. I can still be there.