December 24, 2015
For 24 days Christmas has been looming and try as I might to extinguish some of the hype and build-up, to downplay the shopping and wrapping, and gift giving… it still comes… like a Willy in a china shop. Why do we do it? Why, when it’s just not right that you’re not going to be sitting with us Christmas morning in your pajama pants, a t-shirt and your hair going in every direction? This question comes up over and over and over. And the answer is always the same — because you would have wanted us to celebrate Christmas. And so we do.
I have sprinkled you all around us. You are the angel on the top of our tree and the twinkle of the little lights that hang amongst the boughs. You are many of the ornaments too, as your Fernie ski passes and the special ornaments you made in school when you were little dangle proudly from the branches.
I’ve tucked you here and there and everywhere that I can – the felt gingerbread boy that you stuffed and sewed in grade 2 sits “in” the tree as do the three white fleece snowballs that I bought this year because they reminded me of how much you loved the snow. All of this and the many snowflake ornaments of all shapes, sizes and colors that glisten and glitter and sparkle are you too. You are the giver of the four pairs of soft and comfy pajama pants that are wrapped and waiting under the tree for us to open first tomorrow morning… and you are also the gift that we open last – a family jigsaw puzzle that has become part of how we do Christmas now. Your stocking still hangs in the middle spot of the row and at our Christmas dinner tomorrow evening you will be the frosted white candle that will sit in the middle amongst the greenery that will be the centerpiece on our table. We will remember Christmases past and recall memory after memory of those special Christmases when we were whole. Those, Will, we will always, always have.
As I sit here in Fernie writing to you, outside big, fluffy snowflakes are falling ever so softly putting a fresh blanket of Willy on everything. Christmas Eve snow is the magic snow they say… and today it’s a double dose of good and beautiful and magic because it’s you.
Happy Christmas in heaven, Little Blue. Thanks for gifting us with the presence of your spirit on all our yesterdays, and for today and tomorrow and everyday. As I wipe away my tears and follow them with a smile I am reminded that you are never far away, and that you are the answer to many of my questions. I would do anything for you, Will… even Christmas.
I miss you and I love you. Like a bus full of Christmas magic. And big sparkles.