Merry Christmas Eve, Soren, it’s nearly dinner now. What are you doing now? Is Mom making dinner? Mom will be making a big dinner tomorrow. The rain poured the snow away, so there’s only a tiny bit left. Here is a picture of the tree, posted successfully.
I moved a garbage bag in order to take this picture, thinking it unsightly, and then realized it had presents in it. Oopsie daisy. You can see the corner of a Santa light, which I think Great Grandma and Grandpa once owned. We have only bought a few more ornaments since they all went into storage in about 2015. There are a glowing one of the rose from Beauty and the Beast and a singing one of Elsa in Frozen 2, one with a Norse rune (new, from this year), and Aaron has a purple cat (which Mom calls psychedelic). Have you gotten any new ones?
I always try to put your ‘S’ ornament front and center, but I don’t think you can see it in this one. But I always feel your lack of presence regardless. I always cry on Christmas recently, I think that is why. My only half-memory of you on Christmas is you wearing wax lips one year. My only Christmas-related memory of Mom (Mel) (pre-2016) is her showing me ‘Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo’ from South Park. Thanks, Mom. I suspect you would’ve liked it better, but I don’t remember if you were there. I wish it were something more important or sentimental. I could joke about it, but it’s not funny.
The atmosphere is still gloomy, especially because of Cousin Trevor. Skim over this if you’re cheerful and read it some other time. I miss you, Soren. Merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah. I love you.
With love,
Alice