My daughter and her husband still live in the area, but they usually spend the holidays with his family, although sometimes they can pop in for dessert after Thanksgiving dinner. I don’t know what they do for Christmas, but I’m pretty sure they don’t do it at our house.
My first son and his daughter also still live close by, but his other daughter lives with her mom in Seattle and is too young to make the trip here alone. Maybe my stepson in Oregon could swing through Washington and pick her up on his way.
One solution, I suggested, was that my wife and I could drive to North Carolina for Christmas at my third son’s house and my second son and his family could join us there. But apparently my third son’s big dog does not get along with my second son’s little dogs and watching their little dogs being eaten by a big dog probably would take the glow off of Christmas for the 12-year-olds.
It’s becoming increasingly obvious that my family may never all be together again, but I’m not giving up.
Next year, my wife and I might fly to Kansas City, rent a couple of rooms at a Marriott and celebrate whatever holiday it happens to be with whoever happens to show up.