January 5, 2021

Down came the Christmas trees and decorations. Near the end I sat down and thought of my mother, and the magical day when, all at once, she made the house ready for Christmas, glittering, magical, almost unrecognizable as the house we lived in day to day.. How I miss her! How I miss her Christmases! A seventy year old man sitting on his sofa, crying for his mother, dead these 47 years.