Wishing it was 1976 again.
Maybe not that particular year but back then I was a little guy - I still believed in Santa and the magic of Christmas. Reality has jumped up amd sunk it's teeth into my behind. Now, the magic is gone and I have to deal with estrangement and the pain my mom goes through today because two of her sons aren't speaking. I wish it was different. I've reached out but he just won't listen. And, Mom suffers the most. I feel sad about that. How I feel about my brother: 🫂 Merry Christmas, all.
