"It was Christmas and this was the first year that my oldest daughter had her own place. I was very lucky that she lived only a couple miles away, but for a Mom who had always had her girls under one roof for the holiday it was hard. We celebrated the Eve like always, such a fun time and then I drove her home. It was snowing, and we were listening to the radio and gabbing. She was to come over in the morning for the celebration, yes, her sister would miss her as they used to gather on her bed, yes, it would be strange to not be in the house, but she wanted to be in her new apartment with her new cat and I told her it would be fine. I was all smiles and kissed her good-night. But as I headed home through the snow, I started to cry. Things had changed. Christmas had changed. I was feeling so sorry for myself. And then this wonderful singer started to sing to me, ".....tho the years may change, Christmas Stays the Same." And as each word made it's way through my sad little brain, I thought, she's right. It may morph into something a bit different in the future, but it is essentially the same holiday we have always loved. By the time I got home, I was okay and feeling much better. And it is true, our Christmases have changed, now both girls are on their own, many loved ones have passed on, but through it all Christmas is still Christmas!" Always, Kit
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