One moment I’m in full on into the Christmas spirit.
The next moment I’m in total emotional free fall.
In my mother and father’s home I feel cocooned and reminiscent.
In my home the emptiness screams at me.
Seeing the lights on the Christmas tree delights me.
Seeing the children in their Christmas outfits reminds me of what I cannot have.
Why can I not get a hold of my emotions?
I guess it’s because Christmas is filled with emotion.
Maybe I’m just normal?