My 2020 Christmas Wish for You, Darling Ones

Dear Darling Ones,

For many years I would write Christmas wishes to you, all three of my readers. It started in 2006 when my friend Myka (who used to go by the name Kelly), changed out of her pajama pants to go see a cute boy’s band with me.

Can you even imagine? The olden days were so magical — going to places with your friends to see cute boy’s bands.

I stopped writing Christmas wishes after 2014 because I am fickle and erratic. It’s part of my charm*.

This year Christmas is weighing heavy on my heart. I miss my family so much it nearly breaks me. Today (December 24th) is Sister #2’s birthday. This is the first time in her entire life that I have not gotten to spend at least some part of the day with her.

In a year so full of missing things, I seem to be missing Christmas the most. Last night I missed decorating Supergenius HQ and eating pizza with Sister #4 and the niblings on Christmas Eve Eve. I miss hosting my loud, hilarious cousins for A Very St. Martin Christmas. I miss the Sister Club game we play every Christmas Day. I miss getting the Spinster Special on Boxing Day Lunch at the Savage American Legion. I miss getting drunk at Dirty Santa Rock & Roll Bookclub. I miss the nap I take on the couch after everyone leaves and my house is mine again.

Sometimes I wonder how we’re ever going to recover from the trauma this pandemic has inflicted upon us. What could I possibly wish for people aside from an end to all this suffering?

Then I thought, I will wish for you, Darling Ones, the same things I’m wishing for myself in 2021:

  • The opportunity to spend time with my favorite people without the constant anxiety that we’re exposing each other to a deadly virus
  • The courage to be wildly creative and the patience to see a project to fruition
  • To discover new music that I feel right in my guts
  • To find a person who will ask me on the reg “What are you thinking?” and then listen. Also, it would be nice if this person also wanted to makeout with me, but I don’t want to put that kind of pressure on 2021
  • To stop apologizing for being who I am. I know I’m too much. I can’t help it. If you don’t like it you can spend 2021 fucking all the way off

Here’s to better days, Darling Ones.

*it is not.

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1 Comment

  1. Peabo-Kelly-Myka 04.Jan.21 at 3:41 am

    Still would. And anytime I drive by that coffee shop, I smile because those are the grand adventures that fill one’s 30s (20s?!).

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