I don’t celebrate the holidays since I’ve been on my own. There was really only one time that I felt the warm fuziness of the holidays. It had nothing to do with being surrounded by family or friends, but rather a time when I was alone at my grand mother’s house one night. I admired the tree, the lights and the bowls of fruit and nuts. I only seemed to enjoy this while on my own. I liked to study the trees in the department stores while others shopped. Back then the trees had nicer lights and decor. Everything seems so cheap now. I was fascinated with the general ambiance sans the people. It’s not that I didn’t want to be around people just that perhaps the ones I were around were stressful and the point of the holiday season was lost to me. However, whenever I was alone I enjoyed observing the holiday atmosphere. One day I might replicate this feeling on my own. I now have someones that I want to share that feeling with, without the stress of it all. A small comfort that might spark my very first tradition. I suppose I’ll have to cultivate it and see.