Skipping Christmas

My dear one and I have come to a decision: we will be skipping Christmas this year.

Neither one of us is in the mood to shop, we don't want anything and with all that has happened in the last week, Christmas is the last thing on our minds. We can barely hold it together; I've had several near breakdowns at work and the love of my life has just now returned to his job. With David's death, there is a void that we cannot fill.

Perhaps next year, we will feel a bit more like celebrating. Even so, nothing will truly be the same. There will always be a void, an empty space, both under the Christmas tree and in our souls.