In between all the jolly Christmas songs, there are always a few who stand out in their sadness:
Band Aid’s “Do they know it’s Christmas” sings about the less fortunate countries will never feel the Christmas spirit as we do:
But say a prayer and pray for the other ones.
At Christmas time it’s hard but while you’re having fun
There is a world outside your window
And it’s a world of dread and fear.
Jona Lewie tells Mr. Churchill to “Stop the Calvary” cause he has had enough and wants to home to his loved one.
Wish I could be dancing now,
in the arms of the girl I love.
And the one that always makes me drop a tear “Lonely this Christmas” by Mud.
This blog goes out to the people who have to face the fact that in fact they are going to be alone this Christmas.
Maybe because their loved one passed away.
Maybe because their grown up children rather spend Christmas with friends.
Maybe because they never get the chance to spend it with family.
I never really knew my relatives.
I have seen my aunts, uncles, grandparents not more than 10 times in my life.
The unfortunate war drove us apart into different countries.
I remember how my parents always did their upper most best to make Christmas special.
I’d help my dad with cleaning the entire house.
My sister helped my mum with baking at least 4 different types of cakes.
They would save up money to buy us festive clothes and presents.
The Christmas tree looked glamorous in our home.
We would eat, laugh, drink, cozy up on the couch.
It all seemed wonderful.
But I also remember how my classmates would tell how the whole family would come together on Christmas.
They would get extra pocket money or presents from their grandparents.
As a young girl, I never quite understood why this couldn’t be the case in our home and I envied my classmates.
I would even be angry at my parents for not arranging the whole family together during Christmas day.
They would answer me with a look of sadness.
They felt more than anyone what it is like to not have seen your parents and siblings in 10 years.
It breaks my heart thinking back on it.
Of course the four of us being together was the most important, but a part of their hearts would always remain empty.
Now that I am a grown up and have my own home, I am trying to return what they have given me.
There will be a table full of food.
There will be presents.
But most important, they will spend with family.
There might be tears, but hopefully out of happiness.