For two years, Christmas was effectively cancelled. Two years ago for my trip to Florida on Christmas Eve, then last year for my sister's death.
This year, I really tried to get in to the spirit of the season, whatever that means.
For weeks, I have been waking to this image of the tree in darkness.
It's as if the spirit of Christmas (or just the seson) is glaring at me in judgement, telling me I could have done more, done better.
Much like any other spirit.
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