Almost like any other day

While I was sharing the joy of Christmas with my Sunset Band friends, I noticed dad sulking away in a corner. In fact, he was almost silent.

Okay, maybe I understand, the mourning just isn't over.

But here's a thought :

Christmas is about Christ's coming into my heart. Into our hearts, to be more precise. And because Christ Jesus is in my heart there's this joy in me. My grief may be heightened a little by the fact that mom's not around with us anymore. But then, she'll know better : she knows that Christmas is about His coming into our hearts ; she would've wanted us to be happy. And so I'm trying. It's an uphill task, and I've been holding back the tears ten times already, but I'm not giving up. So I think it'd be a stupid question if anyone were to ask me "Why the f* are you so happy when you should be mourning ?"

After all, didn't Jesus himself say in the Beatitudes, "Blessed are those who mourn, for one day, they shall laugh." I'm trying my very best to remain joyful with hopes that the night will soon pass by and that the nyx* component in troisnyx* will be a part of history.

(Oh, perhaps, he hasn't got Christ in his heart. Tant pis.)