It won’t be the same, Christmas Without You. The table has an empty chair, the feeling of missing you, around the fireplace with the smell of smoke, roasted chestnuts and warm winter wine.
Make me say a prayer for blessings, in the spirit of Christmas, I say a prayer with words I have never said before, hoping you can hear them.
It’s the change of seasons in the unfolding life, when the dining table is not longer growing, in the house of yesterday. The season of last Christmas has changed the future of the miracle that the magic Christmas brings.
This year the magic of Christmas, is in the prayer for the Christmases to come. No Christmas will ever be the same without you. But you learned me the magic and the spirit of Christmas is within us, today the memory of you is my magic.
© Elke T.B. Stevens 24/12/2020
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 
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