Oh, how I used to love a big, sparkly Christmas! All of us together, the decorations, carols playing, and food prepared – the excitement, the hugs, the smiles, the presents placed under the Christmas tree. We would sing, feast, and afterward sit snuggly for hours.
But then it stopped, extinguished as if it had never existed.
With the death of my son, I lost Christmas. And consequently, so too did my surviving teenaged children.