Christmas My problem lies exactly 25 years ago. From then, I do not remember the past date in another place than the house of my grandparents, now, is my home. My earliest memories go back to that Christmas 1990. I was asking God Child crockery, (?) A doll made hula and another who called himself "Tricia baby." The Christmas tree was a synthetic hut no more than 1.50 high, adorned with glass beads glow in the colors more Corroncho and ordinary at that time sent the stop on Christmas decorations. My grandmother painted porcelain nativity scenes to sell to relatives and friends of friends at a high price. Paradoxically at home-this-there was not one.
seemed to me that the environment evening of Christmas and New Year itself, were the best times of year because the Baby Jesus was approaching the green hut seemed to me great and put the gifts wrapped in paper with garlands and snowmen were always so I wanted to. Never mind that after that 24, the following years should remain the same: there were the gifts waiting to be opened on the tree and at least were those who asked.
Time passed and the holidays seemed to stagnate in the past, the environment itself became boring as time passed. The "big" got drunk and danced like crazy, thinking keep us happy by giving us gifts, while gradually my cousins \u200b\u200band I went realizing who he really was the child that God, when we saw through the window at my parents and uncles taking giant black bags, and then locked in a quarter where we could not go mysteriously. I do not deny that even so, it was exciting to have these toys that came on TV, but no flavor began to grab me when I did not notice any change between Christmas and Christmas and the toys began to dwindle by giving way to adolescence.
seemed to me that the environment evening of Christmas and New Year itself, were the best times of year because the Baby Jesus was approaching the green hut seemed to me great and put the gifts wrapped in paper with garlands and snowmen were always so I wanted to. Never mind that after that 24, the following years should remain the same: there were the gifts waiting to be opened on the tree and at least were those who asked.
Time passed and the holidays seemed to stagnate in the past, the environment itself became boring as time passed. The "big" got drunk and danced like crazy, thinking keep us happy by giving us gifts, while gradually my cousins \u200b\u200band I went realizing who he really was the child that God, when we saw through the window at my parents and uncles taking giant black bags, and then locked in a quarter where we could not go mysteriously. I do not deny that even so, it was exciting to have these toys that came on TV, but no flavor began to grab me when I did not notice any change between Christmas and Christmas and the toys began to dwindle by giving way to adolescence.
The poinsettias were then, a day unlike other year they met some members of the family usually eat ham and steers them to end audio equipment and white wine in the living room. Cotidianidades that gradually and I was looking funny, because once it evaded respectively and danced to the sticky ridiculous seasonal songs and toys are received, the option was to play Rummy-Q or letters, and then, on 24 and 31 were already itself, long torture that traditionally played held there (now here).
Gradually some of the relatives they realized that doing the same thing to them, was bored to the poor Chinese for that instance and did tantrum to go beyond (Now here) and receive gifts. So some people started to look for better places to spend holidays, everyone did at least once, all but a few: My lovely parents. That was then, the home of the grandparents became a December escampadero, the place where the family had left the plane, he fought with the woman or who had nowhere to go these days, would temper. At 12 each gave a happy Christmas without much momentum as before, and February 1 and we all slept.
My school friends began to tell about their Christmas and I felt that everyone enjoyed their Decembers, but in the end I did not. I never threw my head to the officer or the blame. I thought that maybe would have 365 days to find new sensations, but the date arrived and found nothing to do but resign.
Today (God forgive me but it's true) it is difficult to escape the boring Christmas Eve the house of my grandparents. The sensitivity of my mother active in the last month of the year, and any slight intention to leave other people to spend Christmas or New Year, is a long discourse of recrimination and ingratitude to his family, and a repetitive "one does not know, how about this is the last Christmas ".... So it is impossible slip.
While everyone will enjoy your December with joy, for my date is a pathetic and monotonous. There are no gifts or cousins, I have neighbors or friends. And if it's had is impossible to spend the holidays with them. So I decided, as a firm goal for 2010 (which will be the first wish of the grape ask for 31) leave to travel around December next year. So I managed to liberate from the family celebrations that are boring and end up being worse when the house of the grandparents, is now my home. I do not know, I save all year and December 1 pack all luggage to Machu Pichu or any country or department, with the excuse that I will make a long journey for my mother did not reproach my daughter role of heartless evil.
But why. No room for sentiment or weaknesses, in the end for me Christmas is not funny because it was a child. I have never been well enough to have created in me a feeling of empathy with the times, so even changing the environment or venue, will be as much or as an average day, and 1 or 2 morning, as usual I will lie down to sleep. Regarding this year, thank the holy that there is this marvel we call the internet.
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