My dad and I fought all the time about Christmas. Years ago the fights were about getting together over the holidays (it could be difficult due to my limited time off). Then it was about whether he would come to my brother's. Then it would be about this and that and whatever. The holidays caused more arguments than anything else. Because we fought so much about Christmas I didn't think this Christmas would be that hard since I didn't always see him.
But you know what? I was wrong. So very wrong. It's one of those vague feelings where it seems like something is just off or wrong but I can't quite put my finger on what it is. And then I remember. Dammit, I would give anything to argue with him about Christmas again. Anything.
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