Drunk; influenced by the alcohol I had consumed, I write this. A very first Christmas without you. Once a year it shall be, but the numbers shall increase. Someday we shall be together, if the fates allow. Let's have ourselves, a merry little Christmas, now. So many new experiences I had encounter, and without you to tell to. But I know you had seen me through it all. You had seen me through my joy, my happiness, my sadness, and my loneliness. I know I'm not the only in the world, I know you too, aren't the only who had left the world. But the world is as such, it leaves us, we shall leave it, but for a fact it must come. Nobody is exempted. New year on, we shan't face the same troubles, it will all be brand new, the old must depart, the new have to arrive. I'm sure Mama misses you so much, as I miss you. It's difficult Pa, it truly is. To be reminded of the joy we had shared together all these years, all the years you enjoyed Christmas, all the years you lived. I'm alone this year. Nobody is with me. I'm without Mama, or Calvin, or Chelsie. Or Uncle Bootit, or Uncle Barney, or Aunty Angela. Nobody is with me. I'm alone. I have only my friends with me, and that's difficult. Please tell God to come see me and say Hello and to bring me away to a better place. You see me through this all. It isn't a stage anymore Pa, it's true, I cannot pretend you exist anymore... Someday soon, we will all be together again, we will live together again, all of us. I'm certain, all of us.
