Making lists of people, getting cards, writing individual messages, addressing them, and mailing them, both for me and for Mother - there have been years when the whole lot of that has been a valid way to avoid thinking about the actual holidays.
He rediscovered the love he'd once held for his home as he feasted his eyes on Sarah's marvel at the transformation for celebration, when his mother's mourning was set aside for the celebration of life in the middle of winter.
The Christmas tree, familiar, familiarly adorned, familiarly stocked with presents under it, looked way too huge when it was just Caleb and Evelyn standing beside it.
The future is not set. I've been told I said that once. Many years from now. It was a warning. That I was going to hell. But if I fought hard enough, I could escape. I believed it for a lifetime. -John Connor