Anonymous asked in Society & CultureHolidaysChristmas · 2 months ago

How do I get over my sadness at Christmas that the large family gatherings we once had are no more?

Grandparents died, people moved, two aunts disowned each other. The 41 people we once had in Mom’s family is now six people. On my Dad’s side, much smaller family, no one comes to town now that the grandparents have died.

Last Christmas I was just sad all day like I was at a funeral. I don’t want to repeat that this year. I feel like a kid would if he or she learns there’s no Santa and therefore gets no presents anymore but one or two.


Sorry had to give anonymous best answer for that horrible answer. It’s actually a pretty funny story assuming it’s made up. 

7 Answers

  • Anonymous
    2 months ago
    Favorite Answer

    Late Christmas week I was rushing around trying to get some last minute

    shopping done. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the season

    right then. It was dark, cold and wet in the parking lot as I started

    loading my car up with gifts that I felt obligated to buy. I noticed that I

    was missing a receipt that I might need later. So, mumbling under my breath,

    I retraced my steps to the mall entrance.

    As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a quiet

    sobbing. The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years

    old. He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a ragged

    flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill. Oddly enough, he

    was holding a hundred dollar bill in his hand.

    Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what was

    wrong. He told me his sad story.

    He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers and four

    sisters. His father had died when he was nine years old. His mother was

    poorly educated and worked two full time jobs. She made very little to

    support her large family. Nevertheless, she had managed to skimp and save

    two hundred dollars to buy her children Christmas presents. The young boy

    had been dropped off by his mother on the way to her second job. He was to

    use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and save just enough to

    take the bus home. He had not even entered the mall when a boy grabbed one

    of the hundred dollar bills and disappeared into the night.

    "Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.

    The boy said, "I did."

    "And nobody came to help you?" I queried.

    The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head.

    "How loud did you scream?" I inquired.

    The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"

    I realized that absolutely no one could hear that poor boy cry for help.

    So I grabbed his other hundred dollar bill and ran.

    • Login to reply the answers
  • Anonymous
    2 weeks ago

    Just smile more and it will shift your focus.

    • Login to reply the answers
  • 2 months ago

    try and move on, nothing last forever in this life.

    • Login to reply the answers
  • 2 months ago

    Try drinking yourself into a stupor.

    • Login to reply the answers
  • How do you think about the answers? You can sign in to vote the answer.
  • Anonymous
    2 months ago

    Cry, it is okay, Christmas is a day for sorrow. 

    • Login to reply the answers
  • Anonymous
    2 months ago

    The pall you personally spread among the survivors, is one of the key reasons the remaining family members choose not to get together at Christmas. The sadness at Christmas is your doing. No one wants to travel out of town to a sad, cheerless affair.

    • Login to reply the answers
  • 2 months ago

    Maybe you should be planning on creating your own family.

    • Login to reply the answers
Still have questions? Get your answers by asking now.