Christmas
So, it’s Christmas Eve, I’m watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, trying to feel Christmasy, but it’s not happening. I have to go to dinner at the in-laws’, then Midnight Mass, and the whole time I’ll be thinking about where I really want to be. It’s the same story every year, I’m so sick of writing it. Though, it’s not about not wanting to go have dinner with the in-laws, or to Midnight Mass, I like a both. It’s about something that’s missing, someone, whatever.
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