Another Christmas without them

It's Christmas time again. A date that comes around religiously every year. But now it is different. No Dad or Mom to head the family gathering, to sing again in the church choir. No Christmas mince pies made by Mother's loving hands, ever the perfect hostess ensuring that no-one is without anything their heart desires. No Dad to preside over matters, always ready with the answers to any questions on just about any subject. Both ever-smiling, ever-loving and ever there for us all.
It hasn't got any easier over the last two years, and it is very difficult to enter into the requisite jolly spirits of the season. You will have to forgive me.
Peace on Earth and goodwill to Man. Love forever.