A drabble to remind us that even while we celebrate, there are people who are unable to join in.
[This is a work of fiction. The characters and situations are purely imaginary, and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended.]
Christmas comes but once a year.
Lights strung on houses. Brightly lit stars on every porch. Gaily decorated X-mas trees visible through open windows. Evergreen wreathes on every door.
Santas bearing sacks of gifts. Shop windows done up in red, green and gold. Piped music inducing you to buy things nobody'll ever use.
Christmas specials on television. Families gathered around loaded dining tables. Christmas puddings surrounded by flames. Gifts to give, and receive.
I watch them celebrate and feel good for them. But I can't join in. I lost my daughter today seventeen years back. I still mourn her passing.