Crying Christmas

I wrote a couple of months ago about feeling broken at Christmas.  My words proved truer than I had anticipated.  My husband found me Christmas morning, after our breakfast of green frosted cinnamon rolls sprinkled with red sugar, after our gifts, after checking Santa’s cookie plate and his milk bottle, after seeing how the reindeer … Continue reading Crying Christmas

Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy.

I think there must be something wrong with me, Linus.  Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy.  I don’t feel the way I’m supposed to feel. - Charlie Brown Charlie Brown helped me understand that I love jazz before I knew what jazz was.  Vince Guaraldi is what I associate with Christmas music.  When other … Continue reading Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy.