Well, it is done. Again this year I trudged into the basement closet and located the boxes of Christmas that reside there. My wife was always a holiday person. It made no difference which one it was. As one would approach she would say “Bob, bring up the box marked Easter, or St Patrick’s Day, or Halloween”. Upon arrival, she would begin the activities that assured you that each holiday was covered, the biggest one of course being Christmas. That one required several trips. I can’t say that I was ever a willing participant, but, to avoid coal in my stocking, or worse, I would silently comply.
It would take several days, so she would start right after Thanksgiving. My job was to put up the tree, carry the boxes, and reach the high places. Slowly it would begin to come together. Each piece lovingly placed in just the right spot. Garlands arranged on the mantle just so. And when done, as was always the case, she had transformed not only her home, but her husband. I never knew how much I would miss that, until it wasn’t there.
This is my second year without her to complete me and my Christmas. Last year, I pushed myself to participate and found that by acknowledging the need to decorate, however clumsily, I had to do that. Because in those boxes were a lifetime of memories. Our memories. They still contained our love. What better way to celebrate it. So, this year, it was a given. I even looked forward to it a little bit. Still bittersweet, but it was my opportunity to welcome her back. Sit surrounded by a lifetime and count my blessings.
I’ll have to say the place doesn’t look bad, even if this year, I will be the only one that will see it. It has been a long year for all of us, and we have had our legs kicked out from under us. It seems like if something could go wrong it did. But we survived, and will continue to do so, because that is what we do. That is who we are. We continue to look for the positive. We often don’t agree what that is. But we are hopeful. We all want the same thing. Love, Happiness, and Peace. And as long as those virtues guide us, we will ultimately realize a brighter horizon.
Well, Kramer just broke a Santa statue. It looks like it is repairable, so I will give it a shot. Just another memory to add to my stash.
To all my readers, I wish you a Joyous Christmas, and the promise of a Happier New Year. And don’t forget to tell the someones in your life that you love them.
Bob, Sophie, and Kramer