For the first time in my life,
My house is silent on
Christmas eve.
The sounds that would once fill the house
are suddenly absent,
Only a few of them in attendance.
The rides that we would make from one house to the next
while stuck in hours long traffic,
the gifts that we would give and receive,
and other things I cannot begin to conceive.
Separated from my grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles,
I miss their warm hugs and embraces.
But though it has been different this year,
I am grateful for the life and love that has continued in spirit around me.
Through tiny screens, we sit and chat about how our lives have gone on,
About the progress we’ve made in such a hectic year,
And even about the places we’ve been. (Figuratively)
I miss the volume of the house and the things we would do,
but tranquility is ok and I welcome it too.
What’s important is that we have each other’s backs,
during this season of love and joy.