The Nightmare Before Christmas

Every year I am faced with trying to sort out what day I’ll be visiting my Mom over Christmas and which day I’ll be visiting Dad. I honestly thought that when I had moved out of their homes permanently this situation would become much easier. Was I wrong! It’s such a shame that this has to go on. Mom and I have been on edge in conversation for the last few weeks. It’s horrible. I really can’t wait until I have a family of my own and Christmas will be unavoidably focussed on spending time with them in my own house, when I’ll get to call the shots in terms of when we’ll be visiting either of my parents’ homes. A few wrenches have been thrown into the plans this year: my brother Matt is now a waiter at The Keg and has to work on Chrismtas Eve. So we can’t have a Christmas dinner that night at Mom’s, where we’ll be staying over. Mom’s solution to this was to have it on Christmas Day, when she knows perfectly well that we’ll be having dinner with Dad on Christmas Day. So now we are part of two turkey dinners in one day. I think this is absolutely ridiculous. Heather and Dad keep insisting that they don’t want to add any stress to the day. However, Heather’s kids will be arriving from their father’s celebrations around three in the afternoon, and dinner there will be served around 4:30 but gifts are to be opened before dinner. So Matt and I are meant to have Christmas at Mom’s in Cobourg the morning of the 25th, eat Christmas dinner and be at Dad’s by three, only in time to eat another turkey dinner! To top it off both parents are disappointed that saxman won’t be able to spend time with us on Christmas. Mom thinks saxman should recognize that it’s important to her he comes over at some point. It’s all so silly and almost just makes me want the whole ordeal over with. It usually goes off much smoother than all of this sounds, though, so hopefully there will be no hard feelings among us when the big day arrives. If your families are all intact still, please take a moment to be thankful for that on Christmas this year!

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