Here's a great word for the day after Christmas . . .
"The silence inside my small house made it feel huge and empty. No
laughter. No little feet racing around. No clinking silverware,
crinkling gift wrap or squeals of surprise.
I peered through the streaky glass of the sliding doors to my
backyard, a window to a typical winter day in Michigan–gray and dreary.
That’s how I felt too. The holidays were over and I was alone again.
On Christmas Eve, my house had overflowed with family–my three
children, their spouses and my nine grandchildren. We spent the
afternoon devouring appetizers and decorating cookies. My grandkids
enjoyed the unseasonably warm weather, racing in and out to the backyard
Read the entire article by Diane Kalusniak at Guideposts here.