The sighs when you hang decorations.
The complaints about “wasting money.”
The lectures when you try to enjoy a glass of wine.
The eye-rolls at Santa, at laughter, at the very idea of indulgence.

It’s like living with a shadow — one that drains the joy out of every tradition, every moment, every memory.

But Christmas with the right person?
✨ It’s magic. ✨
It’s laughter that fills the room.
It’s twinkling lights that actually mean something.
It’s sharing gifts and food and warmth without guilt, without restraint, without someone killing the moment.

I don’t want half-celebrations. I don’t want joy rationed out in crumbs. I don’t want to explain why it matters to me.

I want someone who gets it. Who embraces the sparkle, the tradition, the fun, the family. Someone who celebrates birthdays and Christmas like they’re gifts of life itself.

Because life is too short to spend December with someone who hates the very things that make it shine.

I will never settle for less than joy, laughter, and shared celebration again. 🎁❤️

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