Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Missing Santa Claus

So, I’ve seen this on the Widow Chick page, I’ve seen it on, and I’ve seen it pop up in my own writing.

“I know this sounds selfish, but I hate that there will be nothing under the tree this year for me.”

Many of us are thinking it, but very few people actually say it out loud.  It makes us sound petty.  It makes us sound immature.  And it makes us sound whiny.

But I get it.  I totally do.  Because my husband was the best about Christmas (I’m choosing to ignore the year that he gave me an Oral B toothbrush and focus on the year he gave me a car).  He might have screwed up my birthday every once in a while, our anniversary about every other year, and every Mother’s Day…but he made up for it at Christmas.

Probably hoping that he wouldn’t have to start the New Year off sleeping on the couch.

After giving it some thought, I’ve decided something:  We’re not whiny and we’re not immature.  We’re not selfish and we’re not petty.

We’re sad.

If you and your spouse were anything like me and mine, you know that it was that person who knew you best.  It was that person who knew exactly what you wanted for the holidays and tried their best to deliver.  It was that person you could be the most honest with and say, “This is great, but I really wanted a different color.  Do you mind if I exchange it?” without hurting their feelings.  It was that person who thought of you and your wants, needs, and wishes above anyone else.

And now they’re gone.

The truth is, it wasn’t about the present – it never was.  I mean, if I really wanted a piece of jewelry…I could go out and buy it.  It was the fact that someone else was thinking of me, wanting me to be happy, and putting so much thought into a gift (except that whole toothbrush debacle)…wanting nothing more than to see joy on my face Christmas morning.

I don’t think I truly felt like an adult at Christmas until after my husband died.  Sure, we had three small children and the focus was almost entirely on them, but I always knew that my husband would surprise me with something.  So in that way…I was still pretty child-like around the holidays until my early 30s.

Now I do feel like the Christmas season is entirely about the kids.  I’m just there to wrap the presents and cook the food.  I know that’s a pathetic thing to say, but it’s true.  And, yes, it does make me extremely happy when I see their anticipation build the weeks before Christmas and how excited they are on Christmas morning.

But the child in me misses that, too.

I have no solution to this – you know me, I always try and come up with one.  I can’t fix it and I can’t make it go away.  All I can think is that it’s part of the grieving process and since we only really deal with it once a year, it would make sense that it’s just going to take longer to work through it.  

But it’s not selfish of me to want those presents under the tree.

It doesn’t make me a bad person to want something special to unwrap.

And it doesn’t mean that I’m wallowing when I say I just miss my Santa Claus.


  1. I miss everything!!! I hate that we are widows I hate this new so called life! I hate we all have to be alone for all the holidays or weekdays & best of all weekends! I use to look forward to the weekends the most. Funny, I use to tell my children not to use the word HATE it is not nice, but now that is a nicer word to use to describe how I feel. Nothing will never be the same. I just find myself same as you, I smile, I cook & I make sure everyone is happy. But, my heart is broken & I miss my love so much. Widdowhood is HELL! I dont ever have to worry about going there because I live it each day! But, we put on the armor, we try to keep hope and we try to survive!

  2. That's right, Jul! It's all about hope and taking each moment at a time, doing what we need to in order to survive. And finding people who can help us along the way.


  3. The first Christmas after my husband died I remember crying wrapping my own presents from Santa Claus because I didn't want my little ones to think he forgot me and then acting surprised when I opened my stocking and gifts


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  5. I love your words Catherine. How you always know how I feel? xo