It’s almost Christmas. I have had happier Christmases in the past. All the Christmases after my Mom died have been null to me. Our Christmas Spirit dwelt in my Mom and she was the first in the family to put up a tree. Now, we have a small tree that’s been atop a beam in the living room. That tree has been up there for years after Mom died. I don’t put up the tree every year. What with my cats and dogs around, they’d be all over the tree and its ornaments. But I really miss my past Christmases when Mom was still alive.
I remember the days after Christmas when we would go to Macy’s and shop their Christmas sale in their Christmas department. We’d pick out ornaments to go on the tree the next Christmas. I’d go and shop for wrapping paper at my corner pharmacy store to wrap gifts for relatives who’d be happy to receive my small gifts in the mail.
We would attend Midnight Mass but later we would attend Christmas day Mass. Now I heard someone say that the souls of our loved deceased attend Mass with us, their relatives. It’s a comforting thought. Would that it were true.
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