It's the day after Christmas and I don't know if I'm supposed to be blogging or not, I don't know what the rules are surrounding this holiday... but I was never one to follow the rules much anyway, so here I am.
We all have our Christmas traditions, like wearing matching pajamas, making a huge Christmas breakfast with family, or decorating the tree with mom, all of our traditions may be different, but they're ours. They are something we cleave to like a newborn to it's mother. They bring us comfort, even when times are hard, or different, we are able to cling to these traditions, this little bit of normalcy, and all is well.
This year was the first year I spent Christmas without my family. I don't count last year, because although I didn't spend Christmas day with my family, I spent the days leading up to it with them and I actually worked on Christmas. This year, I was off on Christmas but I am working today and tomorrow, so instead of spending a short day or two with them, I opted to stay here and visit them after, in order to have a longer stay.
Although I chose to miss Christmas with my familiy, I was still sad. Even though I had a wonderful loving family to spend my holiday with, it was not my own. The traditions were different and unfamiliar. I didn't have my brother barging in to my room, telling me that Santa came, even though I always grumbled when he did, I missed that unconventional awakening. We opened our gifts Christmas eve, as they have always done (and I have never done) so Christmas morning was lazy and spent getting ready for lunch with their extended family instead of lounging around in pajamas opening gifts.
Lunch in itself was a whole other debacle, with people I had never met, in a formal setting. The oppisite of our family lunches, which our loud, crowded, and of the "fend-for-yourself" style, instead of seated in high backed chairs around the dining room table.
Even though I was sad I wasn't with my family, I was glad to have a familily to share this special holiday with. I was glad to fellowship with my "new" family, even though I was missing my old, comfortable one. And as the day wore on, I realized, this is how it would be from now on. The old traditions would be no more, and I would need to make room in my heart for new traditions.
Next Christmas I see myself in my own home hosting both of our wonderful families, creating even more traditions that we can carry on for years to come, and yes, it will be different, but it will be wonderful.