Christmas has always been bittersweet for me.
I have such a great memories of it as a little kid, because my mom always made it great for Patience and I.
Then things got... really bad once she passed. I think my father tried to be an even BIGGER bastard than usual on holidays. God forbid I have a little bit of joy in my life.
More than anything though, I think I just get a little down at the holidays due to not being where I hoped to be by now. Anyone who knows me well knows I've always wanted to be a dad. And I guess I imagined that by this point in my life, I'd be giving a kid the kind of Christmases I always wanted my father to give me.
Instead, I'm on a world that still confuses me, and can't seem to stop saying and doing the wrong thing constantly. Still... I'm not the humbug type.
So just... I dunno. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Happy Life Day... whatever you celebrate, I hope you have the best one possible.