Sorry I'm not having fun in this graveyard.

My childhood home has the heavy feeling of a graveyard, where memories are the most vivid parts of the experience.

The memories are good, which is why I'm sad. I prefer to live in the present and sometimes the future. I stay away from the past as often as possible. But here… all that exists here is the past.

Between the three ghosts - Christmas, past, present, and future - I choose tomorrow.