The rain falls down; it should be snow, but it seems the sky isn't feeling the holiday spirit. But that's okay, because she doesn't blame it. Though the festive lights shine bright, it still doesn't seem like Christmas, even with the presents opened of their wrapping.
Christmas was supposed to be bright, cheerful. No fighting, no yelling, no scolding.
Holiday spirit was all around, but what good was that when it couldn't penetrate? When it couldn't step over the threshold with a merry "Ho! Ho! Ho!" and lighten up everything inside?
None. None at all.
And maybe that was what made up the center of the dark, cold knot in her stomach- that there was all this spirit, but none wanted to keep her company.