I am one of those who puts up the tree long before this bridge that we have at the doors. Since I left my parents’ house when I was 22, I tried to make my temporary houses less temporary with the Christmas decorations. Pass your first New Year’s Eve ‘alone’, your first New Year working, raising your first Kings alone is a bit hard when you’re only 22 years old. There is a huge temptation to fall into victimhood and I promised myself I wouldn’t do it.. I was fulfilling a dream, working in what I liked, on national television, on Telecinco and in news. But those first Christmases, like so many first times, were all a trial by fire. By the way, that first tree is still with me. It’s the one I put up every year.
Since then I have maintained the hope of decorating the house soon. When my children were little I had an excuse, keep the illusionstart creating that special magic around some holidays that they also experienced away from their cousins and grandparents. Now that they are almost adults, I have to ‘negotiate’ when we put the tree at home. And yes, it’s getting harder and harder for me, although I’m still getting my way. TO reluctant from almost everyone, but oh well.
According to a study, those of us who are such absolute fans of these dates try remember one of the happiest times of our lives. And that may be so, there may be a lot of nostalgia in all this. and that nostalgia It’s hard to keep her at bay. Increasingly.
Especially when there starts to be more than one empty chair at the table. Especially when there is no longer the excitement of little ones, nervous about going to bed and try to catch sleep before Santa or the others arrive Three Wise Men. These days I get a smile when I hear a child on the street telling his mother that you already have the letter writtenor that he has seen those Kings (some structures of lights) move a little since yesterday. I miss those conversations so absolutely innocent.
And there we are adults who still keep a little of our childhood trying to keep that spirit alive. There are no magical beings that leave gifts, it’s not about that anymore. It’s about finding ourselves again, looking for a space, a few days to stop, to be together, to see distant family againto spend time with the remaining grandparents, in our case only grandmothers…
We can call it love, as you have done Kate Middleton in his letter. It doesn’t matter. The point is to silence all that annoying noise that invades us and does not allow us to see further. It is so difficult to isolate ourselves in our daily lives from all those toxic people or toxic comments that steal our energy.. But at least, for a few days, we will try. Extending breakfasts, giving us time to listen to each other, to laugh. I hope we make it.