I don’t know about you but this holiday season has not felt like so. Let me explain a bit.

Around this time of year my parents throw a little Christmas party with some of their friends and some relatives. But I have found out it didn’t happen because this was a thing my father planned each year. For those that unaware, my father has been away since late June, after I decided not to go through an arranged marriage. I don’t know where he is, but I have some belief that he has some contact with my sister and mother.

Some of my friends are Jewish and for the past few years I’ve been invited over to Hanukah (Chanukah) for food and celebration, that has been this year. I understand that I might not share the same belief, but that has not been impedance in our friendship before. Maybe we’re just all drifting apart. I don’t know.. it could have been that they where going for a more intimate setting.

It’s been a hard year, not just for me, talking to a lot of people, that seems to be the consensus. This year I have nothing to give my mother for Christmas. It’s rather hard to get my mother something like jewelry when your father has designed and made a ring for her. It’s difficult to get her something because she can usually afford anything she wants. It’s also a bit of a blow to me because last year I was able to give them a bottle 1945 Bordeaux, this year… that will not be the case.

The weather has not helped. Last week it was in the low 80 high 70 and not until yesterday or the day before has it been a bit colder. It’s kinda hard to think about Christmas in such warm weather. Well, at least in my case.

I didn’t even put a tree. In my parents home we alway used to buy the tallest tree possible and cut the top as to make seem like it went through the roof. That didn’t happen this year. It seems like traditions are starting to unravel and no one, including myself, is trying to make Christmas special.

Either way, I will be spending “Christmas” (Christmas Eve) with my mother and sister. I’m sure there will be more rum in the nog that anything else. Maybe it’ll feel more like Christmas when I finally get to Rochester.