Saturday nights, I usually eat dinner on a tray table while watching Bobby and Cissy dancing on the Lawrence Welk Show followed by a rousing round of Canasta online then honker down in bed with a good book--my companion for the evening. Not so last Saturday, though!
All that afternoon I went Christmas caroling in the country then raced home, showered and headed across the street for my second holiday party of the day. From jeans and horses to Christmas trees and holiday cheer, it was a jammed pack day of glad tidings of the season.
As I made my way from farm to town, I recalled holidays past when I was married or had a dashing escort and smiled in thinking about happier times. Everything changes, and sometimes all we have are memories to keep us warm. Each holiday party was special in its own right, each unique, each offering new faces, food & fun. Yet when I came home at the end of the day, somehow, I didn't feel so merry and gay.
Yes, I have my kits and new darling doggie. Yes, I have a lovely home and hearth. But, through it all, I have only myself at the end of the day. Quiet. Peaceful. No conflicts to be sure. But what about sharing the joys of the season? The ups and downs, happy times and sad? It felt lonely as I lifted my favorite crystal necklace over my head and undressed for bed.
Alone. With the kits. Listening to my pup snoring peacefully.
Life, as it is today.
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