“That’s really nice. I’m glad you have that. I’m sorry you lost your parents.”
“Thank you. It’s…” I had to take a second to sort out my feelings and think of what I wanted to say. “Christmas was a big deal growing up, both my parents loved it and it was the one time we, without fail, had time together. Because of school break for me, and the plant where my dad worked closed for the week, and it was just…it was just really special.”
Jason made an encouraging noise, so I continued.
“So, you know, at first it was hard to celebrate. Especially after my dad was killed. But it also helps me remember them and honor them and…I don’t know. Now I feel close to them during the holiday season.” I shook my head and gave a rueful grin. “But I just love the whole season. I love the decorations and the joy and the cheer and the charity and hope and joy.’
Jason laughed. “You said joy twice.”
“Well, it deserves to be mentioned twice.” I chuckled. “But honestly, I just love the whole thing.”