I'm 41 years old.
It is expected by my family that I come to them for the holidays.
I have never created family traditions for the Christmas Season. As children we had traditions. However, as my sisters and I grew up they were given families and created new traditions to share with their children. I have no specific traditions.
I have no children or husband to spoil.
I know that the Christmas season is meant to recognize a tiny, baby boy who was born over 2,000 years ago to grow into a man who would die for my sins. I rejoice that I am loved by God. That He loves me so much that He would die for my sins. That He would take my sins one by one as they were nailed into His hands and feet...I am forever grateful.
But Christmas is hard on a personal level. I'm trying to get out of this rut that every day, every holiday, every situation is lonely...but it's hard.
Day after day I give it over to God.