Celeste
Christmas morning had finally arrived.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up with something other than dread sitting in my chest.
Excitement.
There was something magical about Christmas morning.
The crisp air.
The anticipation.
The smell of food already drifting through the house.
The promise of presents waiting beneath the tree.
Winter and Christmas had always belonged together in my mind.
Mum and I had always agreed that there was nothing more perfect than waking up to a white Christmas.
I smiled at the thought.
Then reality settled in.
This was my first Christmas without her.
The smile faded.
I pushed the sadness aside before it could take hold.
Today was Christmas.
And Mum would have wanted me to enjoy it.
I climbed out of bed and headed
