The magic and memories of Christmas can be like a tidal wave. Rolling in slowly and sweeping you up in its path.
Some holidays, though - they are meant to be low key.
A Winter Wonderland.
Or a day of rest.
To know that both are equal in each of their own particular ways.
I could look at this Christmas from one perspective and see the first year without my daughter here. The magical child who makes sure the stockings are hung, that Santa's presents are delivered despite there being no little ones in the house.
The first year after the debacle caused by the events with my mom this year. That left the little family I have left in the Mainland scattered about dusting themselves off from the fallout.
Or. I could look at it from a different perspective.
The year my Daughter brought the magic of a white Christmas to our home with her emails and photos and videos. My heart swells with joy for her adventure.
A first year in a new house in a new location. A place where everyone is finding balance and a light at the end of a long tunnel.
I know that somewhere down the line I will get to spend a Christmas with a gaggle of loved ones.
But this year I am content with the quiet.
With the smiles.
With the happy.
Happy Holidays to you and yours.
May peace, joy, and grace be with you.