CHRISTMAS ALONE

She looked out the window, at nothing in particular.

This night seemed darker than most.  It was cold and windy.

“It would have looked pretty, had there been snow,” she thought, “like a Christmas card; but it’s just dark…”

She turned from the window to stoke the fire and try to find something to eat.  Nothing sounded good.  This would be her fourth, maybe even fifth time to the cupboard.  She closed the door and walked away again.

“I wonder,” she mused,
“if anyone realizes that this is Christmas and I am alone.”  This thought made her cry.

At last, she thought of something she would like:  A cup of tea and half of a peanut butter sandwich.

The old dog roused himself from sleep at the scent of something he loved.

“Oh, you,” the woman teased, “There’s a half for you to eat.”

As she and the old dog munched the sandwich, she began to feel better.

“I’m not alone after all:  I have Austin here…and I have myself.”

She stood and looked out the window again.

A lone star hung very brightly in the sky:  The sign of promise fulfilled.

She smiled.

“Merry Christmas, Austin,” she said.
The old dog wagged his tail and panted up at her with large, happy brown eyes.

“Marry Christmas to me as well,” she chuckled.

 

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True peace comes when we can be at home with ourselves and enjoy the company.

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