I pulled up the sheets, trying to get some sleep. Holidays sucked, right? Well, they did for me. Christmas and New Year, are the worst time of year. I tried sleeping, but over-joyed children were far from sleeping. They were out on the ground, playing with each other. I sighed, deciding to get up. Now you must be thinking that, hey Carol, why do you hate Christmas?
Well, the answer's simple. Christmas is like a huge reminder of the fact that I was alone. Without any family. And looking at moms baking cookies, and kids playing, just made me long for a life like that. The life I never had...
I turned on the radio, hoping for something good to be wrong. Boy, was I wrong...
How does it feel to
Be alone on Christmas...
Is it lonely?
Is it upsetting?
The quiet, is it unsettling?
You should be with your family
You should be with your friends...
You got none?
Well, there's a bar right up front!
But don't be...
Alone on...
Chr-i-i-stmas....
I turned it off. The singer was stupid. It's easy to sing about not being alone. It's harder to follow. I hated Christmas carols, and the fact my name was Carol, was just the biggest irony of all time.
I had asked my boss if I could come to work, but he was going to San Francisco, so the office was closed. I passed the morning and the afternoon trying to keep my distracted with work and Netflix. By evening, the streets had gone quiet. And came the worst part of Christmas. The smell of delicious baked goods filled the air, and the sound of families laughing rang through my ears, and just like every Christmas, I started crying. How easy was it for those people...
I grabbed my purse and slammed the main door shut behind me. I was done being alone. The only people out in the café were the ones who were alone. And if two alone people were together, they weren't truly lonely, were they?
It's been ten years, and it's Christmas today. And I assure you, I ain't alone. I am happy I went to café that day. One makes solace, two make the company, and Christmas makes families.
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