Next Year I'm Going to be Jewish for Christmas

I used to love Christmas. Everything about it. I loved the presents. Giving. The shopping. I put together the best stockings. There were new pyjamas on Christmas Eve. Puzzles. Games. A Christmas movie. The house was decorated with garlands and Santas. I made cookies. We ate turkey. All of the fixings. My mom’s salad. I loved Christmas. Christmas was family. Christmas was food. Christmas was laughter. Christmas was … 

It’s changed. I look at others and I see what I used to have. I don’t have it anymore. I try to recreate the moments but they aren’t the same. I try to incorporate new traditions. They miss the mark. I’ve done it for a few years now and no matter how hard I try it never really happens. Christmas has lost its shine for me.  And that's not very Divalicious is it?

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and over again, but expecting different results. 

So, I’ve decided to switch things up next year. Next year I’m going to be Jewish at Christmas. Or go away on a vacation. Or … I’m not sure. But I’m writing in my planner right now for November. Don’t fall for the trap Cayla. Don’t try to make it happen. Do something else. Be Jewish…or something.  I’ll sail through the season and feel great about it all. Yeah. That sounds good. That sounds more like me.