My favourite month, the month of my birth, my sons' birth, Christmas and all the Yuletide festivities and each year gets a little further away from that magical place. Yet there is still something about December and the dark days (that suit my mood of late).
I'd much prefer for a cold, frosty month than the wind and icy rain of today. The skies are so clear, cerulean blue sharpness.
I feel sad the boys do not experience a large family Christmas but then again the ones I went to were never that good anyway. I suppose if invited, they would experience whatever happens at their father's new family home with her family but they don't want to. Youngest is very particular with what happens and I love that about him. Eldest pretends he isn't that bothered but truly is.
We have a small family and it has been another year in the washing machine, but when we come out the other side we will still, no matter how much more we have to take, we will still be rich in love.