The overnight snowfall showed no sign of melting. He gave up any thought of his daily walk to the local shop, then remembered it would be closed anyway. A white Christmas would have made her happy.

He sat back in his armchair. On the radio they were playing the classic Christmas songs. The lights on the tree twinkled. Under it sat the wrapped present. He had felt foolish buying something for her when she was no longer here, but it was part of the Christmas routine they had kept for sixty years. This year there was no parcel for him sitting under the tree.

He heard the car engine revving as tyres span along the road. The doorbell rang and he shuffled along the hall to greet his guests.

The quiet was shattered as his grandchildren burst in. ‘Merry Christmas Grandpa!’ Despite the cold blast of air, it was a warm glow they brought into the empty house. Their father rushed past laden with bags of food and presents, futilely trying to calm them down.

His daughter gave him a warm hug. ‘Merry Christmas Dad.’ She drew back and he saw the sympathetic look. He drew her in close again.

‘Merry Christmas, darling.’

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27 thoughts on “CHRISTMAS WITHOUT HER”

  3. This is my Mom’s first Christmas without Dad. My brother and I aren’t near enough to pop in and she usually has the Christmas Day celebration with her church group. I’m sure she doesn’t have a tree up, but then as she lives alone, it would be more of a chore than it’s worth. I was surprised when she told me she wasn’t going to church today. I guess it would have been just too painful.

    She has put down a deposit on a room at a senior center and is actually looking forward to moving. She resisted the idea for months, but I think the loneliness has finally gotten to her. It will be a good move for her, especially as her dementia progresses.

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