“Merry Christmas”—there was a scene in the newest Harry Potter movie (HP7a) where Harry and Hermione are in the graveyard in Godric’s Hollow, standing in the snow, staring at the headstone for Harry’s parents, James & Lily. It was Christmas Eve. Harry’s eyes were red and full of tears. He sniffed. Hermione knelt down and immediately placed a wreath of white roses at the foot of the headstone (thanks to her magic wand and great spell skills). There was quiet. There were muted colors. There was heaviness. There was grief.
They didn’t need to say a lot. There wasn’t a “cheer up, it’s Christmas” type of attitude.
In the grief, and with the tears, Hermione simply and quietly said, “Merry Christmas.” And that was that.
That’s how I feel about it this year.
In the grief, and with the tears, let me simply and quietly say, “Merry Christmas.”