This is a beautiful, heartfelt post on a blog I follow daily. I don’t want
to forget it, so I’m reblogging. May you all spend Christmas in a way that gives you comfort and peace. I’m growing toward that goal a little more each year.
For many, many years I spent Christmas Day alone. Quite happily. I counted to thirteen Christmas mornings waking up in an empty house then I stopped counting. My children always spent Christmas with their beloved Grandmother my ex husbands mother. This was our tradition – a good one too. And I had a project every Christmas Day, usually in my darkroom. Then I ate my dinner and watched movies that I had rented from the video store down the road. And that was my lovely Christmas day.
And slowly my Christmas spirit leached out, a tiny bit at a time, it lay about on the floor for a while creeping out with a sly dry ‘what about me’ sigh every year but eventually I brushed its desiccated body up with my special brush and shovel and stored it in one of those secret boxes in my mind. The little jewelled…
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