A Different Christmas: Part 1

I used to love Christmas when I was younger. I remember getting up super early and waking up Mum!  She used to get annoyed at first but would still get out of bed to open presents with me. I can picture her half asleep in her dressing gown, cup of tea in hand, yawning as I rip open my presents. Mum used to make my favourite breakfast on Christmas Day, fried eggs on toast. We used to have a laugh together and it was like our special time before my dad got up.

But now things are different. Since my mum and dad divorced and my mum left home, Christmas Day hasn’t been the same.

The thing is, I don’t even usually spend much time thinking about the fact that Mum doesn’t live here anymore. But when my mates talk about what their families are going to do at Christmas, it reminds me that my family isn’t all together like we used to be. At special times like Christmas, I can’t help feeling a little down.
It’s weird. Everything around me – the Christmas lights, the carol singers, the school disco – makes me feel like I should be happy, but I’m not.

Between you and me, I think I’d actually rather be at school over the Christmas holiday. At least at school I get to hang out with my mates and some of the stuff I’ve been doing at school is well interesting, like the lesson I had on Charitable Giving.

At home it’s just me and Dad, and the TV. I like watching TV, but it’s all we ever seem to do and I get so bored! Do you?

Check out my next blog to find out how my Christmas Day went!