This diary may not be what a reader expects. I am not going to gnash teeth because the White House is celebrating while we're stuck in an unnecessary and lost war. No, none of that.
It made me sad. I want to like our President - I want to feel good about him, worry about him, wish him and his the best Christmas possible. I want to smile and laugh at the two sweet, black dogs. I want to smile as I recognize each member of the Administration -- laugh with them -- admire our First Lady. Admire our House -- ours. Instead, I only think of what we've lost. Joy in watching our First Family enjoy the Holidays. Joy at our Holiday House so beautifully dressed. Pride in our First Family -- in their daughters, in their clever Christmas video, in the elegance of their festivities.
And the children - so lovely, so sweet. But I can't enjoy watching them while other children across the world....
We've lost the connection to our First Family - we've lost pleasure and pride in their lives, their everyday, small moments. And -- okay I'll say it -- we've lost the love.
Heck, it makes me sad.