Thrill of Hope

The truth about my Christmas avoidance is not deep down but just below the surface. It doesn’t take much digging to realize I’m not in the mood for Christmas because I don’t want to face another day without my youngest precious son, Theodore, let alone Christmas. It’s not that I don’t want to live; I’ve got a lot of living to do. Plus, I’ve got three other precious children to live and thrive for.