Christmas is a time like all times when these days I just feel broken. Disconnected from the world. Missing a key part of me.
But I’m lucky, I still have a purpose. I’ve got to try and give our son the best possible childhood. A wonderful Christmas.
As a byproduct, just maybe, I may become just a little less broken.
At the very end of an Aerosmith song, you get the line “Remember, the light at the end of the tunnel may be you”.