Everyone seems to have wonderful Christmas memories from their childhood.I don't.
I hated Christmases growing up.
I hated them because my mom always went overboard.
She wanted a picture-perfect, Leave-It-To-Beaver happy-family postcard picture.
Never happened.
Not once.
Regardless of how much money she spent, how much time and energy on decorations, on planning, perfectly-planned meals and nicely coordinated family gatherings.
It was always tense - awkward - lots of anger and frustration and tears.Always.
I don't blame my mom - she wanted something for us kids that she never had herself.
It just never worked.
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