This year it's strangely quiet. No sounds of you whipping the little ones into a frenzy playing with their new stuff. No big Sky laughing from the other room. No unexpected slaps to the back of my head as you pass by, followed by your Cheshire Cat smile as you wish me a "Merry Christmas".
I miss you, and the tree and the kids and the gifts and the crumpled wrapping make it more so.
Yeah, it's quieter than usual.
Nick
Nick, Carolyn, Eve, Sky (June 2004)
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