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\"christmas\"The Crum family Christmas spirit this year could best be summed up with a hearty, \u201cBah, humbug.\u201d One of our dearest friends died this year, Tony is recovering from his fourth major surgery in less than two years, and my mother is in the late stages of dementia, meaning this will probably be her last Christmas. Our decorating consisted of buying a tiny live tree from Home Depot that I\u2019m pretty sure is mostly dead now. Our shopping consisted of replacing the refrigerator that died right after Thanksgiving, along with the microwave that died a week later. So it\u2019s Christmas, and we aren\u2019t feeling it. I plan to cook our traditional roast beef dinner and visit my mom. That\u2019ll be the extent of our holiday cheer. <\/span><\/p>\n

For those who don\u2019t know, my mother lives in an assisted living home here in town. She\u2019s almost 91, and over the past decade dementia has taken most of what made her, well, *her*. Her body, however, keeps humming along, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her brain left the building sometime in the late oughts. I visit her, of course, a ritual I have come to dread. Each time I wonder what new piece of her the disease will have taken. At least she still knows who I am–most of the time. Today being Christmas, of course I will visit. So I stick a Santa hat on my head, paste a smile on my face, and clomp up the stairs to do my filial duty. Tony, ever the supportive husband, tags along. <\/span><\/p>\n

We walk into a Hallmark card. Christmas tree bedecked with lights and candy canes next to a cozy fire with snowflakes falling softly outside the windows and a Hallmark Christmas movie on the TV. It checks every box on the American Christmas fantasy list. Martha Stewart would be proud. Almost grudgingly, I admit to myself that maybe we should have made a bit more of an effort at home.<\/span><\/p>\n

I get out my knitting, and my mother and I attempt what passes for conversation these days. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow have you been, Mom?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, fine.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

I start knitting and listening to the Hallmark movie. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m so glad to see you.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad to see you too, Mom.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

LeeAnn Rimes is the female lead in the movie. Some generic clean-cut businessman-type guy is her love interest. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m so glad to see you.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad to see you too, Mom.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

LeeAnn sings some made-for-the-movie Christmas song. I don\u2019t catch many of the lyrics, but her voice rings clear and powerful through the scene. The woman\u2019s got some pipes. I wish I could sing like that.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow are things at home?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, not bad.\u201d I tell her about Tony\u2019s latest surgery–again. It\u2019s been less than 15 minutes since the first time, but she\u2019s forgotten. She probably forgot about three seconds after I told her. I tell her about our son\u2019s upcoming trip to Portland. <\/span><\/p>\n

LeeAnn sings. LeeAnn tells her fictional love interest she\u2019s turned down a job across the country to stay in their fictional town. He looks appropriately lovestruck.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m so glad to see you.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad to see you too, Mom.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Someone else in the movie is singing now. \u201cSilent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Tears prick the corners of my eyes. \u201cSilent Night\u201d has always been my favorite Christmas song. So many memories. Playing it on my flute for middle school concerts, singing it to my son as a lullaby when he was small enough not to care that I can\u2019t carry a tune in a bucket. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRound yon virgin\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I hear my mother\u2019s voice, almost a croak, more chanting than singing, so quiet I doubt anyone else in the room can hear over the person warbling on the TV. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMother and child.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

I join in. I sound almost as croaky as she does, forcing the notes past the lump in my throat. How long has it been since my mother and I sang together? 40 years? 45? <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHoly infant so tender and mild.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

I wipe the tears away quickly, hoping no one sees.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSleep in heavenly peace.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

We manage one more off-key line of our impromptu duet before the movie cuts away from the song, and the moment is gone like a snuffed-out candle flame. I fish around in my purse for a tissue and wipe my eyes as unobtrusively as I can. I blow my nose and mumble something about allergies. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s so nice to see you.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s nice to see you too, Mom. Merry Christmas.\u201d And I mean it with all my heart. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Crum family Christmas spirit this year could best be summed up with a hearty, \u201cBah, humbug.\u201d One of our dearest friends died this year, Tony is recovering from his fourth major surgery in less than two years, and my mother is in the late stages of dementia, meaning this will probably be her last Christmas. Our decorating consisted of buying a tiny live tree from Home Depot that I\u2019m pretty sure is mostly dead now. Our shopping consisted of replacing the refrigerator that died right after Thanksgiving, along with the microwave that died a week later. So it\u2019s Christmas, and we aren\u2019t feeling it. I plan to cook our traditional roast beef dinner and visit my mom. That\u2019ll be the extent of our holiday cheer. For those who don\u2019t know, my mother lives in an assisted living home here in town. She\u2019s almost 91, and over the past decade dementia has taken most of what made her, well, *her*. Her body, however, keeps humming along, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her brain left the building sometime in the late oughts. I visit her, of course, a ritual I have come to dread. Each time I wonder what new piece of her the disease will have taken. At least she still knows who I am–most of the time. Today being Christmas, of course I will visit. So I stick a Santa hat on my head, paste a smile on my face, and clomp up the stairs to do my filial duty. Tony, ever the supportive husband, tags along. We walk into a Hallmark card. Christmas tree bedecked with lights and candy canes next to a cozy fire with snowflakes falling softly outside the windows and a Hallmark Christmas movie on the TV. It checks every box on the American Christmas fantasy list. Martha Stewart would be proud. Almost grudgingly, I admit to myself that maybe we should have made a bit more of an effort at home. I get out my knitting, and my mother and I attempt what passes for conversation these days. \u201cHow have you been, Mom?\u201d \u201cOh, fine.\u201d I start knitting and listening to the Hallmark movie. \u201cI\u2019m so glad to see you.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m glad to see you too, Mom.\u201d LeeAnn Rimes is the female lead in the movie. Some generic clean-cut businessman-type guy is her love interest. \u201cI\u2019m so glad to see you.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m glad to see you too, Mom.\u201d LeeAnn sings some made-for-the-movie Christmas song. I don\u2019t catch many of the lyrics, but her voice rings clear and powerful through the scene. The woman\u2019s got some pipes. I wish I could sing like that. \u201cHow are things at home?\u201d \u201cOh, not bad.\u201d I tell her about Tony\u2019s latest surgery–again. It\u2019s been less than 15 minutes since the first time, but she\u2019s forgotten. She probably forgot about three seconds after I told her. I tell her about our son\u2019s upcoming trip to Portland. LeeAnn sings. LeeAnn tells her fictional love interest she\u2019s turned down a job across the country to stay in their fictional town. He looks appropriately lovestruck. \u201cI\u2019m so glad to see you.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m glad to see you too, Mom.\u201d Someone else in the movie is singing now. \u201cSilent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright.\u201d Tears prick the corners of my eyes. \u201cSilent Night\u201d has always been my favorite Christmas song. So many memories. Playing it on my flute for middle school concerts, singing it to my son as a lullaby when he was small enough not to care that I can\u2019t carry a tune in a bucket. \u201cRound yon virgin\u2026\u201d I hear my mother\u2019s voice, almost a croak, more chanting than singing, so quiet I doubt anyone else in the room can hear over the person warbling on the TV. \u201cMother and child.\u201d I join in. I sound almost as croaky as she does, forcing the notes past the lump in my throat. How long has it been since my mother and I sang together? 40 years? 45? \u201cHoly infant so tender and mild.\u201d I wipe the tears away quickly, hoping no one sees. \u201cSleep in heavenly peace.\u201d We manage one more off-key line of our impromptu duet before the movie cuts away from the song, and the moment is gone like a snuffed-out candle flame. I fish around in my purse for a tissue and wipe my eyes as unobtrusively as I can. I blow my nose and mumble something about allergies. \u201cIt\u2019s so nice to see you.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s nice to see you too, Mom. 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Our decorating consisted of buying a tiny live tree from Home Depot that I\u2019m pretty sure is mostly dead now. Our shopping consisted of replacing the refrigerator that died right after Thanksgiving, along with the microwave that died a week later. So it\u2019s Christmas, and we aren\u2019t feeling it. I plan to cook our traditional roast beef dinner and visit my mom. That\u2019ll be the extent of our holiday cheer. For those who don\u2019t know, my mother lives in an assisted living home here in town. She\u2019s almost 91, and over the past decade dementia has taken most of what made her, well, *her*. Her body, however, keeps humming along, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her brain left the building sometime in the late oughts. I visit her, of course, a ritual I have come to dread. Each time I wonder what new piece of her the disease will have taken. At least she still knows who I am–most of the time. Today being Christmas, of course I will visit. So I stick a Santa hat on my head, paste a smile on my face, and clomp up the stairs to do my filial duty. Tony, ever the supportive husband, tags along. We walk into a Hallmark card. Christmas tree bedecked with lights and candy canes next to a cozy fire with snowflakes falling softly outside the windows and a Hallmark Christmas movie on the TV. It checks every box on the American Christmas fantasy list. Martha Stewart would be proud. Almost grudgingly, I admit to myself that maybe we should have made a bit more of an effort at home. I get out my knitting, and my mother and I attempt what passes for conversation these days. \u201cHow have you been, Mom?\u201d \u201cOh, fine.\u201d I start knitting and listening to the Hallmark movie. \u201cI\u2019m so glad to see you.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m glad to see you too, Mom.\u201d LeeAnn Rimes is the female lead in the movie. 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Our decorating consisted of buying a tiny live tree from Home Depot that I\u2019m pretty sure is mostly dead now. Our shopping consisted of replacing the refrigerator that died right after Thanksgiving, along with the microwave that died a week later. So it\u2019s Christmas, and we aren\u2019t feeling it. I plan to cook our traditional roast beef dinner and visit my mom. That\u2019ll be the extent of our holiday cheer. For those who don\u2019t know, my mother lives in an assisted living home here in town. She\u2019s almost 91, and over the past decade dementia has taken most of what made her, well, *her*. Her body, however, keeps humming along, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her brain left the building sometime in the late oughts. I visit her, of course, a ritual I have come to dread. Each time I wonder what new piece of her the disease will have taken. At least she still knows who I am–most of the time. Today being Christmas, of course I will visit. So I stick a Santa hat on my head, paste a smile on my face, and clomp up the stairs to do my filial duty. Tony, ever the supportive husband, tags along. We walk into a Hallmark card. Christmas tree bedecked with lights and candy canes next to a cozy fire with snowflakes falling softly outside the windows and a Hallmark Christmas movie on the TV. It checks every box on the American Christmas fantasy list. Martha Stewart would be proud. Almost grudgingly, I admit to myself that maybe we should have made a bit more of an effort at home. I get out my knitting, and my mother and I attempt what passes for conversation these days. \u201cHow have you been, Mom?\u201d \u201cOh, fine.\u201d I start knitting and listening to the Hallmark movie. \u201cI\u2019m so glad to see you.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m glad to see you too, Mom.\u201d LeeAnn Rimes is the female lead in the movie. Some generic clean-cut businessman-type guy is her love interest. \u201cI\u2019m so glad to see you.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m glad to see you too, Mom.\u201d LeeAnn sings some made-for-the-movie Christmas song. I don\u2019t catch many of the lyrics, but her voice rings clear and powerful through the scene. The woman\u2019s got some pipes. I wish I could sing like that. \u201cHow are things at home?\u201d \u201cOh, not bad.\u201d I tell her about Tony\u2019s latest surgery–again. It\u2019s been less than 15 minutes since the first time, but she\u2019s forgotten. She probably forgot about three seconds after I told her. I tell her about our son\u2019s upcoming trip to Portland. LeeAnn sings. LeeAnn tells her fictional love interest she\u2019s turned down a job across the country to stay in their fictional town. He looks appropriately lovestruck. \u201cI\u2019m so glad to see you.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m glad to see you too, Mom.\u201d Someone else in the movie is singing now. \u201cSilent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright.\u201d Tears prick the corners of my eyes. \u201cSilent Night\u201d has always been my favorite Christmas song. So many memories. Playing it on my flute for middle school concerts, singing it to my son as a lullaby when he was small enough not to care that I can\u2019t carry a tune in a bucket. \u201cRound yon virgin\u2026\u201d I hear my mother\u2019s voice, almost a croak, more chanting than singing, so quiet I doubt anyone else in the room can hear over the person warbling on the TV. \u201cMother and child.\u201d I join in. I sound almost as croaky as she does, forcing the notes past the lump in my throat. How long has it been since my mother and I sang together? 40 years? 45? \u201cHoly infant so tender and mild.\u201d I wipe the tears away quickly, hoping no one sees. \u201cSleep in heavenly peace.\u201d We manage one more off-key line of our impromptu duet before the movie cuts away from the song, and the moment is gone like a snuffed-out candle flame. I fish around in my purse for a tissue and wipe my eyes as unobtrusively as I can. I blow my nose and mumble something about allergies. \u201cIt\u2019s so nice to see you.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s nice to see you too, Mom. 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