My spouse wasn’t feeling too well;
it was a lonely, cold feeling, knowing family and friends were far away and would not celebrate this night with us; and
there were no decorations taken down–no tinsel or twinkling lights (except those in the sky)–because, well . . . it was just a weird sort of Christmas.
There was a deep sense of disappointment and rejection from those we thought were worthy of our trust, and
that added to the pain of it all.
So we just hung out together–just the two of us.
Until there were three.
We did have a kind of weird Christmas alone and with sickness, but it got me thinking that the first one was a bit weird, too, until all heaven broke loose.