There’s nobody to give me presents anymore. I don’t have a family left to celebrate the holiday with, no friends either. I barely decorate.
But there’s still one thing from my childhood I still try to honor and that’s having a stocking of candy. If not, small gifts.
We’ve got young kids and go all in with decorations. Another tradition, weirdly, is eggs Benedict and bucks fizz for breakfast. No idea why, but I’m down.