The Christmas That Never Was

My first Christmas away from home, family, winter…you can imagine the difficulty. Hence why this was the Christmas that never was.

Christmas is either about two things, or a combo of these two: Jesus being born aka some serious religious celebration and family. I was lacking on both accounts this year. On top of that I'm in some sort of tropical time freeze. Maybe people from warmer US states have an easier go at getting into the holiday spirit. I fruitlessly played my Christmas music to no avail. That magical feeling never came. There was no blinding white, deadly silent winter morning. No watching of 'White Christmas'. No family tension. I mean, throw me a bone here. I even ducked out of going to church this Christmas.

Since I'm on the verge of seeming like a scrooge, I will tell you some high points. I drank hot chocolate with marshmallows. I slept in. I spent time with some wonderful fellow volunteers. I talked to several family members and even got to see some of their smiling faces. I ruined a Christmas present surprise…oops, but it did make me feel like I was a part of the party. Went out to eat at a restaurant, and it wasn't even a Chinese restaurant.

So am I sad I missed Christmas? Again I reiterate, I didn't really miss Christmas because it's like I'm caught in eternal summer. Christmas wasn't supposed to happen, was it?

'Happy New Year!' everyone. Got your new year's resolution yet? Post them as a comment. I'm still trying to determine mine and I could use some inspiration.