Christmas Cards

After doing the trees yesterday, it really hit hard realising that there wouldn't be a card written by Kieron this year. So I got out his old hand made cards.
Cards made year after year at school and brought home in 'secret', stashed inside his book bag which I wasn't allowed to look in. A reindeer made of felt stuck onto green card with a bright red nose and surrounded by cotton wool snow. A Santa carefully stuck onto silver paper which was then stuck onto red card. A green tree with cotton wool baubles. Another one of a tree with glitter and Christmassy sequins. That doesn't include the lanterns and angels and myriad other Christmas pieces of priceless artwork Looking at me now is a reindeer lovingly crafted from sacking, with stick on wobbly eyes. Sewn together painstakingly in a crude running stitch, but more valuable to me than anything Chanel could provide. A tealight holder squished out of clay, with Kieron's finger indentations round the side, that I lovingly stroke as I try to feel his hand in mine.
Christmas presents bought from the school PTA and paid for out of extra pocket money, earned by doing little jobs so that I wouldn't realise that Kieron wanted an extra pound to buy me something. Christmas presents that were wrapped with love and lots and lots of tape.
Christmas.....a time for children, not a time for grieving mums.