Another Christmas Eve and another Christmas holiday have come upon us so quickly. I don’t know why it is but the older I get, the quicker time seems to fly by.
I am very excited for this Christmas. I am hosting the Christmas dinner for David, Janie, his new fiancée, David’s mother, Isabella and her husband, Stephen. I am so nervous. This will be a true Christmas for me. I haven’t had a true Christmas in over 160 years.
Shadow, my kitten, knew something was up. He hid for most of the day while I was busy in the kitchen preparing the dinner. I remember that I used to love cooking. When my two children Emily and Joshua were young and I was still part of their lives, I was the one cooking on Christmas Day. We would start out with a hearty breakfast of ham and eggs. The rest of the morning I was in the kitchen with the turkey while my wife, Joan would be entertaining the children.
I remember Joan was a very caring and loving mother to our children. She spent hours and hours with them. I was sometimes jealous of her closeness with them because I wished I could have been that close to them as well. That was up until that horrid spell Helga put on me all those years ago. Helga ruined my life and my family.
I am so grateful now to have a new extended family. David and Isabella have accepted for me for who I am. They have not judged me, not once. It is a nice feeling after being alone for 160 years to finally say I have a living family.
This is going to be a wonderful Christmas for me and I am very excited. I just want everything to go well with the dinner because this could be the first of many, many more to come.
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