My dad died 6 1/2 months ago and it has been hard. Christmas is stressful enough as it is, obscenely long grocery store lines, screaming children, too much whiskey in the eggnog (though that could go either way). Needless to say that the difficulty of my dad not being around mixed with the inherent craziness of Christmas didn’t exactly make me feel the holiday spirit. The one thing that brought me around was my mom wanting to have a nice Christmas, so I tried. We made cookies like always, though this time different types. We reluctantly bought a Christmas tree–Charlie Brown style for the first time ever (because my dad never liked them). We ate oysters on a half-shell and washed it down with an oyster shooter at restaurant instead of our traditional oyster stew at home. Things were different, but the same.
So, this is my series of Christmas lights… the same lights as always, just different.
Let them shine!
Number 3