Without little ones, Christmas morning sort of leaves a void, and we have to eat that cookie we left by the mantel.
Somewhere I read that folks like me may go into a depressed state. You know, stuff ain’t going like it did for so many previous years. The Christmas stories on television seem the same. Television families have mountains of problems until the sky opens up and snowflakes begin to lay a soft white carpet on the lawn and life returns, as if by magic, to one of happiness and good cheer. Well, looks like rain clouds over our house.