Christmas was once a busy time of preparation and celebration for us, it brought joy to our home in the form of shiny wrapped packages, twinkling lights and laughter. This year our house is draped in sadness. I refused to put up a tree because the thought of facing it everyday, a constant reminder in my home, seems cruel. We wont have lights or presents or stockings. Maybe Christmas won’t always be non-existent here perhaps we will once again find some joy in this time of year but not now, for now there is something missing, our joy and someone missing, our son.