Christmas isn't easy for everyone. I know it's not. This year my kids will be missing a grandma that was very dear to them. Many, many years ago my grandmother went into the hospital on Christmas eve never to return to her home or loved ones. Once upon a time Dwight lost his grandpa that meant the world to him at Christmas time. When his family has the annual family Christmas party, and people talk about "Grandma and Grandpa" Dwight's eyes aren't smiling. I would do anything I could just to erase that glimpse of hurt that I see in his eyes, but I can't. That's one of the hardest things I've ever learned about myself-I can't fix everything. I've asked God and Santa for help on this one, but neither one is being very cooperative. There are so many people that need some help. I've tried so many times to have the "perfect" Christmas- and it doesn't exist. Christmas is just like happiness-it's what you make it. You can gripe about all the people you don't get to see, but why not celebrate the ones that you do? I can't see Lee this year, but I know Robyn will. I could be sad about missing out on this "sister" time, but I keep hearing them giggle as children. Goodness, they could really get into some messes. Now it's scarier but they've got wisdom and experience to help them out. I can only imagine what the two of them will do. I won't get to see Beth on Christmas Day, but I know she'll wake up in her husband's arms. I hope they remember to kiss under the mistletoe. I'll get to celebrate with most of my kids early and my parents late, but I'll get to see them. Everything won't be perfect-it never will be but snowballs don't have to be round to fly. Angels don't have to be seen to be felt.
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