It's weird, really.
My family is having the best year in a while. Kidlet has overcome a lot and is thriving. Hubby and I, having met on DK in 2008, were engaged on St. Valentine's Day; he relocated cross-country and we were married in July. Six weeks after beginning his job search he was employed, at a decent pay. We may not quite qualify as middle-class, but we have enough.
And yet...our joy this Christmas feels, I guess awkward is the word I'm looking for.
So many are hungry, and sick; lacking a roof overhead; unemployed, battling to hold onto the barest vestiges of their dreams; mourning those they've lost to climate change disasters and wars, or to disease. And there's so little I can do.
This Christmas, my place of comfort feels awkward.
How little things change. This one goes back 44 years:
And a very 80's Christmas: