Home for the Holidays

So, being back home is a real treat indeed. My dad is alseep, my dog at my side, my mother tending the fire, my sister and I are on our computers. Seperated by our own little worlds, our own minds, alone but together at the same time. Is this what the holidays have come to, being together because of obligation, not because we want to be. Giving presands to one another because we hae to, not really knowing what we should give, but what we think they may like, some trinket or gift card that they might use, might not use, who knows. I wish I wanted to be here, I wish I was someplace else, or just having fun.