It’s January 3rd. I have been wanting to share my experience of Christmas Day for over a week and I am just now able to actually write about it. I tried once last week and I deleted the whole thing. I knew what my feelings felt like but I couldn’t think of the right words to describe them. What made December 25th different from another day, say December 12th? It’s because I have no specific memories of any December 12th. There is nothing emotional, personal, or exciting about December 12th. But December 25th is an entirely different story. It really starts with the days leading up to it. Memories of Christmases past crept into my brain. As I got ready for bed Christmas Eve, turning off the lights, filling stockings, and neatening up, I almost dreaded going to sleep knowing that this Christmas would be different. We opened gifts with our adult children and that was...