There are times when traditions no longer matter. When you are the only one doing them, and the only one seeing them, it is no longer worth it. Yes, I have officially given up on Christmas. It would have been different had I ever had kids. I remember the magic from when I was a child.
But with no-one to shop for... it isn't worth it. And all that going to Christmas events does for me is just make me more depressed about coming home to an empty house.
I do play carols and have a creche out. But that is it. No tree, no cookies, no treats, no gifts. And that is fine.
It really is.
A bunch of musings by a fabulously middle-aged (40-something is definitely middle-age! EEEK!) single woman. Just random thoughts, some deep, others shallow. Strike up a conversation. Comments? Please?
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