Old Flannel PJs

Christmas Eve I grab them out of the drawer.

Old and tattered from years wear.
Comfy.  Cozy.

Wait.  They were a gift.
About 9 years ago.
Christmas Eve, 2002, was it?
The year we were married.

From the mother in law. 
She never liked me.

Who would have thought then…
(well, except maybe for her?)

Now it’s my first Christmas without you.
Without us.

PJs are going in the trash.
Here’s to new traditions, new celebrations.
New life.
New pajamas.

Merry Christmas.