Stupid Sad Christmas Songs

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.

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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