Maybe it was Friday night that cheered me up, or putting the decs up last night. Or just sitting and contemplating life at the cemetry in the afternoon. But I got up this morning and started sorting the cards and presents. I know I've left it late, and some may say that's no change. But until today I really wasn't in the mood, and couldn't see any point. There's only one christmas present I want this year, and somehow I can't see it happening myself.
As someone once said, Christmas is the time for giving and rejoicing. Everyone on Friday, probably without realising, gave me hope and cheer. And sitting in the cemetry yesterday made me start thinking would Jules want this to be a Christmas of sadness, or a Christmas as good as could be.
I'll be taking a walk on Christmas Day, to see a soulmate. She won't be able to come to dinner later in the day, but she'll be there in her own little way.
