Three different households offered to adopt me for the holiday. Iain tempted me with a trip to see the Insect Circus. There were lovely messages from Marisa, Mark Mitchell, Ana Erotica, and Gabriel.
My mother wrote to ask if I remember the year we lived in Tracyton and my father took me out on a drive to look for Santa, and all the presents were under the tree when I got back.
I do: that was the year I got my Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls. She asked if I recall the strange and funny time her younger brother broke into the house and played with all of my toys before I had a chance to see them.
My mother said it is only a day.
It is only a day. There will be others.
Jeffrey sent along a movie of him singing Blue Christmas, and I cried.
It feels like my heart is broken, but at least I have feelings.
My daughter and I roasted a turkey and made all the fixins; I think that I have finally figured out gravy. Then we sat down together, just the two of us, and ate a feast.