Confessions

I have to confess something.



I hate this time of year.



The holidays are hard for me.



I don't care for the Halloween costumes, candy, buckets and decorations.



I hide out alone on Trick or Treat night.



I get sick of seeing and hearing "I'm thankful" everywhere.



I even hurt, seeing stores stock up with Christmas trees, twinkly lights, colored papers and toys for every child's wish list.



I hurt going to the mall and seeing the line of squirming children waiting to see Santa.



I dread going to events, get-togethers, and even just family dinners... and putting on a plastic smile, because I'm not really happy.



I wasn't always that way.



I used to love going to the pumpkin patch.

I used to wait anxiously for Trick-or-Treat night.

I used to have so much to be thankful for.

So much that words weren't even enough to describe it.

I used to love setting cookies and letters out for 'Santa' (even when it wasn't for me anymore).

I relished in creating the perfect scene for 'Christmas morning'.

I even loved the post-Christmas mess left in our living room every year.

But now it's all a painful reminder.


I don't have anyone to take Trick-or-Treating.



There's no one to watch playing at the pumpkin patch.



I lost those for whom I was once most thankful.



There's no one to write letters to Santa or pose for photo ops.



No one to appreciate the culmination of my efforts on Christmas morning.



Not much point in really making an effort at all.



When everyone else talks about their kids' costumes, handprint turkeys and mile-long wish lists...



I think about my wish list.



And there's only one thing on it.



I just want to see them again.  It's killing me to miss them growing up.



So I'm sorry, in advance, for my plastic smile.



I'm sorry for the times I'll excuse myself to go cry in the bathroom.



I'm sorry I can't be excited with you when you tell me your holiday plans.



This time of year is just too painful right now.



Maybe someday it won't be.



Maybe.