Christmas Break

For most people, there is one place where they can feel completely relaxed and at ease. For me that place would be with my family. I guess many people can say the same but I feel like the world could crumb around me and as long as I had my family I would be okay. The end of the end of the semester ended like most; jam packed with studying for finals and a severe lack of sleep. I was glad it was over. I packed my stuff and headed to my dad’s house. For those that don’t know me I have two families. My mother’s side, which includes: four younger sisters, mother and my stepdad (who raised me since I was three). My Dad’s family includes my dad, my stepmom and my little brother who just turned one. I live with my dad during the breaks and summers because he lives the closes to Riverside and since I work here I have to be able to commute. My mom lives in Victorville, which is about an hour away. Anyways back to my break. I packed my stuff and moved back into my room at my dad’s house. Since I have to families you can only guess what my holidays are like. I usually spend Christmas Eve with my mom and Christmas day with my dad. This year I had to add my boyfriend’s families in there also. The original plan was that I was supposed to get out of work at 6pm and then rush to my bf house and pick him up. After that we were supposed to go to see his family first then rush to my dad’s family second. This was Christmas Eve. Since we already had two houses to go to on Christmas Eve, I told my mom I would spend Christmas Day with her. I didn’t see how I could fit in three houses on Christmas Eve. The thing is that it is tradition for me to go see my mom on Christmas Eve and a few days before my mom and I spoke and she told me that she was going to miss me greatly. This made me extremely sad. I called my bf and asked if we could visit his family on Christmas Day instead of on Christmas Eve. He told me that we could and I was extremely happy. I know that this probably doesn’t sound like a big deal but in Hispanic families Christmas is celebrated on Christmas Eve not Christmas day. Since my bf and I are both Hispanic visiting family on Christmas Day would mean missing the whole celebration. Christmas Eve came and I got off work. The new plan was to go to my dad’s then my mom’s. I still had not told my mom that I was going to come on Christmas day because I wanted to surprise her, so I left her sad the whole day by making her think that I was not coming. We spent a few hours at my dad’s then rushed up to the hill to see my mom. She was so happy; she almost cried. She said it was the best Christmas present ever! The next day we spent the day with my bf family. Overall I had a great break. I wish it had never ended.