Perhaps I don’t need to call them stupid, the sad Christmas songs. Every time I hear that damn song about the little boy buying shoes for his mama before she goes to meet Jesus…too much I tell you. Too many connections I suppose…Saige died in early December three years ago, and I did get to the hospital to say goodbye to a sister in law too late several years ago, and oddly, when I was 5 and my Grandma died, my parents tell me I really really wanted to see her feet…in the casket…I was very much wondering what pretty shoes she was wearing.
Anyway, I just wonder…do these heartbreaking songs make anyone feel better? Or perhaps they just start the tears that needed to come anyway. For me, this morning when the song ended and my eyes were all full, my bouncing BB enters at the very right moment and says, “Hey, Mom!”. Now I didn’t turn right away…clearing the tears, you know…so he says again and really loud right behind me, “HEYYYYYYYYYY MOOOOOMM!!”. A gift of comic relief right when I needed it most:)
I’ve attached the letter Santa left for the kids three years ago, as well as the one they will receive in the morning.
I love that big guy! For now, his words heal hurting little hearts and that, well, that is enough.