Next weekend the family gathers for a weekend to celebrate Christmas. My three sons will be here, along with my daughter-in-law and possibly one or two other people. We picked the weekend before Christmas months ago so that everyone could be where they needed to be on the actual holiday.
The gathering will be one place setting smaller. But now that I know everyone who can be here will be here, I feel the need to celebrate. I will be baking next week, all the traditional cookie recipes, perhaps a ham, and homemade bread.
She and I went out this afternoon and bought a Christmas tree. Made a fresh cut, got it in the stand, got out all the old decorations and played Christmas carols while we trimmed the tree. It felt like an act of defiance against the darkness. It felt like life.