I awaken early. It is still dark. And quiet.
“Merry Christmas” I whisper to the dog as I rise.
Not too many tears this morning. I’m sort of tear-ed out. Although I fight the good fight, it’s been a long pre-holiday week of them.
I feed the animals and take my coffee to the sofa.
I switch on my Christmas angel and she quietly changes from glowing red to green to blue. She is my only decoration.
I have already grieved those I’m missing and cried the tears of things that are no longer; the excitement of Christmas morning and gifts piled high around the tree, and the comfort of family gathered around the table for a meal.
Those seats are empty now. Those times have passed. As have too many loved ones. As do all the holidays anymore.
No more celebrations. Just endurances.
But that’s okay.
I think of friends who have risen early to ready themselves for a busy family day of gifts and food. They enjoy their quiet time to reflect and prepare. They fill my heart, but how I envy them.
My thoughts are interrupted by a commotion in the kitchen.
I look up to see that the cat is eating the dog’s food . . . and the dog is humping his Blue Bear.
This time of year can be rough on some of us.
Merry Christmas, my friends.
I wish you love, peace, health, and happiness.