I'm just venting here because I don't want to bring people in real life down with my thoughts.
I have my own lovely little family, kids excited about Christmas, house decorated, presents done, Christmas music playing in the house. Everything is perfect on paper and ready for the big day.
Yet here I am, sitting on the stairs on my own feeling depressed, because I'm so sad that I can't share Christmas with my parents. They are toxic and I chose to go NC for the sake of my children. And even if we weren't NC, as they are super religious, they would only come to us on a day where there's no church service on at their own church, bring their own sandwiches as our food isn't good enough, criticise us for pretty much everything, make the kids feel uncomfortable, and after leaving write us a long email about what poor parents we are and how sad they are to see our state, because we aren't doing things they deem is the right way.
I feel jealous to the point of tears when I see three generations of families sitting together at our church for Christmas. I wish we could be happy together with my parents like that, but it's never going to happen.