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While the rest of the family gathered around my parents´old dinner table, to eat the traditional Christmas Day halibut, to be together, to share tales from Christmases long ago, to sing the old carols, to have coffee and a taste of the Christmas cookies.....
.....I was home alone,
singing a different Christmas Carol.
The flu is a Christmas gift I could be without,
but Christmas Day home alone gave me a good chance to sing a different Christmas Carol, to decorate a tree with ornaments from memories of thankfulness.
Christmas Day alone.
A new experience.
And I had my family close by, in my heart (and on the phone).
How many people are there around the world, close and far away, who are alone and lonely this season.
Without a loving family,
without ornaments to decorate a memory tree.
Without a home.
Without a family.
We waved goodbye to the Christmas tree today, after only three days. Hopefully me breathing gets better now when the tree is not here anymore.
It felt sad though to store away all the beautiful ornaments, gathered over years.
But my memory tree got more lights burning.
For all those celebrating Christmas without a home.
Photos: my mother playing Christmas carol on Christmas Eve