So it’s the holiday season, which highlights yet another way that I tend to differ dramatically from the average human being. We’re not a Christian family, and yet not really a secular one either.
I’ve never encouraged my kids to believe in Santa, which tends to get a lot of raised eyebrows.
However, this year, I’m noticing that apart from all the differences that are just a part of Who I Am, I have actually always had a “different” sort of holiday season, even as a child.
This notion was recently inspired by various comments from others about their own childhood holiday memories, and now that it’s occurred to me, I can’t believe I wasn’t bothered by this as a kid. One blog, in particular, posted an entry about her childhood holidays that sounded so appealing to me, despite the fact that it really wasn’t that kind of mushy, adoring post.
So why were my holidays so cracked? Allow me to elaborate… Continue reading