WINTER SCENE IN MY NATIVE UPPER HUDSON VALLEY, NORTHEASTERN NY STATE, USA.
Well, it's a dark and dreary Christmas afternoon. It's quiet..."I'll be Home for Chiristmas." Sung beautifully, if a bit sadly. Or maybe it just seems a bit sad, to me.
It's too quiet. Don't get me wrong, I like quiet, love it, even. But sometimes there are times when one needs a bit of noise in one's life: the sound of other humans...most especially the sound of those whom you are most fond--family and friends.
Family and friends being absent, and place a muted shroud over what should be a joyus holiday. But one compensates with memories. We use the memories to whisk away the shroud and shed light upon our souls.
I miss my mum sorely, this Christmas. I miss physically sharing Christmas with someone. Going round in the car to view the lights, going to Christmas eve service, the anticipation when you watch someone unwrap that carefully choosen gift, the humourous moments, the quiet moments of love and joy.
Mum always did her best to make Christmas special--which wasn't always easy with dad around (the older he got the more he detested Christmas and made no secret of it). But even after it was mostly just me and her, mum always humored me and shared with me--both good times and bad, and for that, I will always be grateful...the best gift she ever gave me was the happy Christmas memories.
pollygarter
Glad you have your memories.
Have a cyber-hug as well - or virtual 'cwtch'as it would be to the Welsh
Polly
xx