Single, Sappy Me

Embracing my singleness during the holiday season is hard for me to do. Something about this time of year turns me into a sappy, romantic being, and it doesn’t take much for the sap to ooze. Take last week for instance. Family Christmas in Branson.

On this particular night, it's my twin, her hubby, my niece, her hubby, and me—the ever lovely fifth-wheel—taking in dinner and a show at Dixie Stampede. Nothing terribly romantic about that, but the minute the lights dim, the music swells and the snow starts to fall, I’m sappier than a Georgia pine, wishing a significant other was beside me, seeing what I see, hearing what I hear and sharing all the wonder the evening will bring.

But, alas, the only thing beside me is my black leather purse. How lucky can one woman be?

And, of course, the holidays aren’t over yet.

Today is New Year’s Eve—that infamous day when lovers kiss at midnight and fireworks rapturously explode. If it's all the same to you, I think I'll skip the fireworks this year. Too much sappiness for me. Maybe I'll go shopping for a new purse. ♦