The sweet smell of cinnamon permeates the air and fills the soul with joy. The mind is at peace encompassed in this warm blanket. I am safe here and you are too. Forever and always.
The lights glimmer as they perch on the tree, illuminating the room. The light brings a sense of hope that it will be okay and that Christmas will be just like past years. But, deep down, I know that this will be the first year without you and it sends a sharp pain throughout my heart. Leaving my heart aching in pain, wishing and yearning on every star for a dash of joy this year.
