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Sometimes Christmas is Hard

Sometimes Christmas is hard It’s hard when you are missing someone at the dinner table or waiting for someone to walk through that door that will never show up Sometimes Christmas is hard It’s hard when the turkey and mashed potatoes are served up with a side of grief It’s hard when you can’t buy gifts for someone you love so much because they live in Heaven It’s hard when there won’t be any presents under the Christmas tree from the one you miss the most this year Sometimes Christmas is hard It’s hard when you can’t make new memories or take new pictures because someone is missing It’s hard when you are wondering and hoping if they are having a good Christmas without you Sometimes Christmas is hard It’s hard when you lose people and the list for gifts gets shorter and shorter each year It’s hard when the old ornaments and movies bring back memories of when they were still here It’s hard when your heart is broken but everywhere you turn there is talk of joy It
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