This year I spent my first Christmas as a single mum.
*pauses for dramatic effect*
Yeah, I expected it to be pretty shitty.
Only it wasn’t.
*pauses once again for dramatic effect*
I was very fortunate to be able to share the day … in one way or another … with the people I love most in the whole world.
I got everything I asked Santa for. Mostly. I’m still waiting for my massive package. *cough, cough*
And, my heart … my Christmas heart … funny old thing that it is … surrounded by my walls and issues … was overflowing with lots of mushy stuff like love and hope and promise.
What more could I ask for really on Christmas?
Well, maybe my knight in shining armour (or my retard in tin foil) to climb over my walls and bring me my massive Christmas package.
Mmmmm, there’s always next year, right?