The stockings were hung by the chimney with care. The Christmas tree was decorated with memories and love. Something was missing though. Someone is missing. Like the strand of lights that are out. There is a part of us not here.
Granted this is not for a reason that is honorable. But be that as it may, there is still a hole where he should be.
The stockings are hung except one hangs empty. I could not bear to not put it up.
The Christmas tree is decorated and even contains the ceramic hand that was made when he was a child. But there is a strand of lights that are out. It seems almost fitting, really.
No big family Christmas this year. The pandemic solved that awkwardness. It is what it is.
Wishing everyone a blessed Holiday Season. No matter where or how you celebrate.
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