When I was a child, all my Christmases were merry.
I was very blessed.
Now my life is more complex, and this Christmas will be tinged with melancholy and sadness,
But I am still blessed.
And I also know I am not alone.
I dedicate this post to those out there with hearts heavier than their packages this year,
To the walking wounded who will smile and laugh in spite of their darkness,
And to those who will not smile or laugh, but perhaps weep and be still.
You are not forgotten.
These days will pass, I pray,As I whole-heartedly welcome a new year,
And wish you peace and comfort and joy.