This Christmas feels like a hollow shell without you, Mom. The tree is up, but it’s lifeless without your touch. As I hung your favorite angel, my hands shaking, knowing you’ll never steady them again. The house is unbearably quiet—no carols, no laughter, just the echo of everything we've lost. I light a candle for you, but it doesn’t warm the emptiness. You were my Christmas, my heart, my everything. Now, it’s just me, dad and this ache that will never fade. Merry Christmas, Mom. We miss you.