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.

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Punxi · F

What if that little guy who believed in Santa didn’t disappear....he just learned how heavy love can get when it has nowhere to land.

I think losing the magic doesn’t mean losing your heart; it means you’re carrying it awake now.

You showed up.... You reached out.... That matters, even if it wasn’t received.

The silence between sibs is painful, but the love behind it is still real...and your mom feels that love because you hold it with care.

Some things break without losing their meaning.

🫂....hang in there..

Merry Christmas.

Trav2024 · 51-55, M

@Punxi Merry Christmas to you, too. Thank you for your kind words.

Neoerectus · M

@Punxi We have to keep making new magic.

Ring a bell for Clarence!