Eleven years ago on the day after Christmas my parents told us they would be separating and in that moment the world that I, as an eleven year old, knew collapsed. It took many years for Christmas to resemble something more than just the period that had broken up my family. Christmas used to be about eating with family, playing board games and just laughing and talking in general. But for the first years after the separation the joy of the holiday was clouded by sadness. As I was dealing with the aftermath, the holiday itself started to get more commercial every year. Soon having the biggest tree became more important than time spend with family. More than anything the size of the pile of gifts laying under that same humongous tree started to matter most.