As another Christmas Eve comes closer, I begin slipping into that melancholy state of mind that comes with the season. Christmas music is playing, as it does every year, and I reflect on Christmases past. I wrote this last year, and as I looked at tonight I thought I would post it again, just because.
The Last Christmas Eve
There was a cloud that Christmas Eve in 2007.
One that hung over the house on North Mandan Street.
One that muted the colors and the sounds of the season.
The options, we knew, were gone.
The future was another unknown.
But, we sat that night and didn’t care.
Decorations, that year took a back seat.
The few lights on the tree and a few snow globes were enough.
And, that night, that was fine. We didn’t care.
Bailey and Brandy found their place on the couch with you.
The candles that you loved, were lit, and the music you treasured was playing.
I uncorked the wine you wanted, and brought out the cheese.
As we sat that there that night, the lights somehow became more brilliant,
The cloud seemed to lift, as the wine and the music took effect,
And, for a precious moment that…
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