Unfortunately Christmas is not my favourite time of year, and it's been like that for many years. Not having a close family doesn't help either.
This year I was promised it would be different, I allowed myself to hope, I allowed myself to believe... What a fool I was... Christmas this year is going to be one of my worst.... because all I'll be doing is remembering a promise, a broken promise.
My eldest daughter has been trying to get me into the Christmas spirit, and on the outside, I'm trying, but on the inside, I'm crying.
She insisted I put up a tree and so I did. It's not much but it will do. She even decorated the house with lights, again it's not much but she's happy with the result.
Deb xxx