Where Are You Christmas?
December 6, 2024
Sylvia had decided that she wasn’t putting up her Christmas tree this year nor was she decorating. A tiredness had crept over her and had her down. The feeling of Christmas had passed. She longed for the days when her parents had greeted her on Christmas morning with the smell of monkey bread and candy. She longed for the days when her own family gathered, opening presents with infectious laughter, playing cards all night and the general feeling of togetherness. She loved watching their faces as her children opened their gifts with surprised looks of glee.
Everyone had their own lives now.
On Christmas Eve there was a quiet knock on her door. As she opened it she stood back in awe. All 20 of her family members stood there, with sleeping bags , Christmas presents and food galore.
“Merry Christmas mom! Is there room at the Inn?”
Sylvia felt the glow she had been missing. “There’s plenty of floor space," she intoned. As they entered the house she whispered, “I wish you were here,” while looking up at the sky.
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