One of our Christmas traditions was to decorate the tree, which included all those OLD, now VERY OLD and dangerous, type of string bulbs - the real ones that could get hot and burn your tree down and your house along with it! We had such fun decorating the always heavily flocked, and very tall tree listening to Christmas music in the background and sipping wine or a hot toddy. (That was my BC days.) One year she bought this coffee mug for me, and I guess somewhere along the line the handle broke, but all the pieces are there; I suppose I planned to fix it. The mug so depicted what we went through with those lights.
I miss those times, they were fun but more than just missing the time, I miss the relationship with her and the family. Over the years, we've followed our own separate paths and don't speak with each other often and see each other far less. I think the last time we saw each other has been about 12 years ago. She's moved out of the immediate area, so getting together would require a drive of several hours.
She has a birthday coming up next week; I'll have to find her number and give her a call.