The Christmas spirit hasn't moved me for several years. This box holds the only things that have seen the light of day for three years. 2018 was a rough one with one loss after another starting with Dad. Then 2019 came but only as a trigger for the holiday blues. To get over myself I tore out the kitchen for Christmas and we all know how that's going.
So you would think that fresh off the loss of my kitty buddy and the hell we are living through I'd be feeling like skipping it all again but no......sitting on my deck with my fire last week and seeing my woods ablaze with the holiday lights from the houses up on the hills gave me such a feeling of solidarity. I've lived here 30 years and I've never seen such a light display through the woods. It filled me with hope.
It's as if we are sending the signal to each other in our isolation that life goes on no matter how terrible the circumstances. So...The Mister and I dug out all our lights and set our house ablaze as well. We've got lights front and back so the people through the woods and the folks up the driveway will know we are here and we are safe.
I drew the line with the tree. I can't put up a real tree in this holy mess I am living in so my little wooden one will have to do.
As long as the Missing Nose Santa is up on his spot on the fridge all is well. We are home. We are safe. The rest doesn't really matter.