Don't know what it is about the holidays, but they all seem to pretty much give me the blues.
It gets worse as the years pass and the chairs empty and the beloved voices are stilled.
The kids are here; C is spending the holiday with her family. There will be wider family participation tomorrow.
I have become old. And I only really notice that when I'm gathering with a family I hardly recognize. I will smile and join in as much as the device will allow.
And the blues will pass as they always do. Until the next time we decorate for something.