Nothing quite compares to an evening with the extended family, having buffet-style foods (of which I eat very little) and playing silly games, ringing bells and listening to Christmas music. I am not a Christian, but my parents are and I respect that. It brought back a lot of memories, some almost 25 years old.
It’s too easy to become insular, to become calcified into my own space and to not venture out or reach into the spaces of others, despite being invited to do so repeatedly. Perhaps they’d come to understand who I am now (as opposed to who I was 20 years ago) if more time was spent together.