I last saw you standing in the driveway waving to my rearview mirror, cheeks dusted red with cold, fingers warm in woolen mittens.
In a chilly hotel room, I sit in front of my computer, waiting. My butt rests on a threadbare office chair in front of a wooden desk. I close my eyes and imagine I’m on the couch with you, sipping hot cocoa and watching Christmas tree lights blink. In reality, I rub my hands, ready to smile and say, “Merry Christmas!”
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Thanks Rochelle for such a sweetly nostalgic prompt. Hope everyone has a merry week, however, whatever, whenever you celebrate.
Anne Higa 
Being apart at the holiday time can be sad.
I thought at first this was someone who had left their partner. Then I re-read and understood it was someone away from home at Christmas time. So I got two stories for the price of one
I don’t think I’ve ever spent Christmas away from anyone I care about. It must be very difficult.
Longing and acceptance, beautifully told.
Dear Anne,
Spending the holidays away from loved ones (our kids and grandkids in particular) is difficult. I’m thankful for technology that, at least, allows to speak to their faces. Poignant and bittersweet write.
Merry Christmas,
Rochelle
The holidays are hard enough for some without having to be apart. I do hope it’s for a good reason (big bucks)!
Well done, Anne.
Good job of creating a melancholic atmosphere, like so many are feeling this holiday season.
how we long to be with the dear ones, great human failing. thanks for stopping by on my blog
Let’s hope they can be on that sofa together again soon. And such a beautiful and inspirational song.