I'm Trying

I put up the Christmas trees. I put the wreath on the door. The leg lamp and the Christmas Cards and the figurines are on display. There is Christmas music playing in my house. I already baked one batch of cookies, and will bake another this afternoon, and more on Friday.

I am doing all the things to prepare for Christmas. I'm not feeling any of the joy. I know that I am doing the right thing by surrounding myself with the trappings of the holiday.

I couldn't bring myself to send Christmas cards this year, but hopefully, next year I will do better and send them out.

My sister arrives for a visit tomorrow, and will stay until the 27th, and I know that will help.

I started publishing a Christmas post on Facebook in 2015, and have made a post every year since. I have no idea what in the world I will say this year. I guess I have a few days to figure it out.

I'm trying to be grateful for all the wonderful Christmas memories I have, and trying to believe that I can still make new wonderful memories, but it is all just hard. But I keep trying. It is the best I can do.