I was hoping that we would have one last christmas in this house. but with dad in connecticut and mom and chels in pennsylvania, and everyone focused so relentlessly on virginia, well, I'm the only one thinking of massachusetts and christmas carols. I'm not quite left behind a christmas orphan, between a day planned in plymouth (shortbread and schindler's list) and dog-sitting, but the sting is still there.

all my letters have gone awry, and miles calls wishing happy holidays to an empty house. so many things have gone wrong.

but, well, I'm sitting here on my sad little trundle bed in the traditional christmas eve pajamas, and despite everything I can't help but be excited about the holidays.

it's a christmas miracle.

ash @ 10:33 PM