December 20th, 2014

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December 20th, 2014

         "Christmas is coming up; O's even read about this holiday. When I came home from work, she was looking through a battered old magazine with her lip scrunched up and her eyebrows pulled down. Once again, I don't think she grasps the idea of it, though I suspect it is the more recent materialistic version of Christmas that she doesn't understand. When I got in, she was muttering something to herself, so I disappeared into the shower. It was only when I came out afterwards that she was sitting atop the counter with a large coffee in her hands (despite it being 3 AM), and she looked up at me and asked what the point was.

         I told her how I saw it, not as I saw it back when I was young, but how I see it now, with her. Neither of us work, so the day will be ours to enjoy; all I want is to relax with her, spend time with her, just show her how much I care about her. The decorations, the tree, the gifts, none of it means anything to me anymore. It doesn't hold the sentimentality that it once did. It gained a different meaning when I was in the army; it felt more real, as if it made more sense. With O, I wouldn't be surprised if she scoffed at the whole idea and said she didn't want anything to do with it.

         But then she told me that she wanted me to get back to real life the way I remembered it; that will never happen, but I understand what she means. She wants to celebrate Christmas however I want to; I told her no gifts, no decorations, no tree. I just want her by my side, everything else is just noise."

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