Blue Christmas

Well, Christmas morning is here. My house is quiet. There are no gifts under the tree. No stockings hung on the fireplace. Sleep was fleeting last night as I laid in bed thinking about all of the wonderful Christmas holidays spent with Joe. He would surprise me every year with at least one very special gift. A cross necklace, a replacement wedding band after I’d lost mine, and always, always books.

I don’t miss any of the presents. That’s not what Christmas is all about anyway.

I just miss my Joe. 

I miss waking up before him and sitting in the living room drinking coffee with Christmas music playing in the background, waiting patiently for him to get up. I miss watching him open his presents. He was like a little kid, so excited about his gifts. That was always the best part for me.

I know I’m not the only one out there spending their first Christmas morning alone. I have plenty to do today to keep me busy. My side of the family celebrates with brunch and gifts, and Joe’s side with late afternoon appetizers and a little Dirty Santa fun. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone today. I know I need my family around me.

Let’s not forget the reason for the season. I am thanking God for this day and celebrating the birth of his son Jesus. I’m so grateful for the many blessings He has given me, and grateful knowing Joe, his Dads and my parents are in His presence celebrating our Savior’s birthday in person.

Wishing all of you a Merry Christmas filled with love and light.