I’m finally beginning to understand how “growing up is sad.” When I was younger I thought that phrase was stupid and couldn’t wait to be older but as I ask myself why the holidays aren’t as magical as they once were, I understand. I used to love this time of year, with Thanksgiving Break marking the beginning of the holiday season. Every year my family buys our Christmas tree and puts up all of our decorations the weekend after Thanksgiving. As a kid, my parents would invite friends over for Thanksgiving and we would eat at our “feast table” reserved for special occasions with fancy china and kids champagne. Now that we’re all older our Thanksgiving is more “low key.” Dinner is at the regular kitchen table, no guests come over, and I don’t get kids champagne anymore. Instead of helping my mom cook the whole day in preparation, jittery with excitement, this year I rolled out of bed an hour before dinner, showered, and then ate.
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