Nothing wrong with a nice quiet Christmas and sometimes I think that's really the way it is supposed to be. A day of rest, of reflection and if you still have them of family. I often wonder when Mary and Joseph went to Bethlehem for the Roman census, where the heck was Joseph's family and why was the only place to stay in a stable? At least a stable was something though and they were grateful for it.
Something no one tells us as we age and become survivors of cancer and of just life, is we end up attending an awful lot of funerals of others. Someone I guess has to go first and someone has to be last and its tough on those left. I've gone through a few dogs in my lifetime. Dogs are not designed to live as long as man and it is teaching me how to cope with loss as a precursor to family losses in the future as I plan to be one of those last ones left.