I have friends who disperse for the holidays. One joins her family in Germany; another is taking her daughter to Barbados. The couple down the street are joining their son in California. The gas station man goes to his mother’s for Christmas Eve and his mother-in-law’s for Christmas. Me? I’m lucky that the kids come home. We have a full house. If we had a fireplace we’d light a fire but we don’t. So we plug in the Christmas tree and I sit on the sofa looking at it, and seeing Christmastimes past.
Merry Christmas, friends, wherever you happen to be.