I miss the Christmases of my childhood. Since moving to Minnesota, I have not been to a single Christmas Eve service. Something has come up every single year and I haven’t gone. I’ve spend them with friend’s families every year. But oh… sometimes I miss the traditions of childhood.
I miss my childhood tree ornaments. I miss eating a shrimp ring on Christmas Eve. I miss my grandfather heckling me on Christmas Day. I miss playing with my new toys on Christmas morning.
It’s hard, I guess, and a part of growing up.