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‘Tis the Season

When the emptying begins, a mom thinks that she can cope.  When the emptying continues, a mom thinks that she can cope.  When the emptying stops ending, a mom thinks she can cope.

But coping is not the same thing as being excited. Or fulfilled or needed or happy. Coping is another word for making peace with loneliness.

“Tis the season for peace.  I rage, “Bring it ON!” ” please.”

Into this grieving abyss jumps a puppy.

Every morning Luci wiggles all over with the exciting discovery that I have returned.  I am her world, very briefly, and that moment is enough to keep me waking up.  Her total puppy adoration and joy in my reappearance is enough to make me climb the attic steps, drag down Christmas decorations and start a tradition.  Raffi’s voice fills my home.


Every little wish and every little dream has a chance of coming true at Christmas.

(All three dogs spin to the right.)

Every little song sung throughout the year has a chance of being heard at Christmas.

(All three dogs spin right on Christmas.)

Every little prayer and every little hope is the joy of Christmas time.

(All three dogs look confused but gamely heel to the door and back to the living room.)

All our loving hearts, beating all as one. Everybody fed, there’s enough to go around.

(All three dogs spin to the right.)

All our loving hearts beating all as one…. The joy of Christmas time .

(All three dogs try to spin, stand, then bow.)

And so a melody sung each December since 1987 is knit to the choreography of 2009, creating a tradition that brings both comfort and joy.

Decorations are going up, cards are going out, cookies are going in.  Traditions move through my fingers, from the past to the present to the future. Crafting words or movements or notes pushes my loneliness aside, just a bit, giving contentment a moment to reside in my emptiness.  Dare I say it feels peaceful?

‘Tis the season for such tidings of comfort and joy.