see here is proof:
We decorated cookies for santa. Don’t tell Jeff we had frosting in the living room, he’d have a canary.
We sprinkled reindeer food in the front yard. The kids had a blast. They promptly went right to bed, they know santa is coming to our house early this year. Tonight.
After they went to bed mom got busy. See what I did:
(all alone) Look at the tree, under the angel, do you see who is smiling down on me?
Yep, it’s Jeff. He’s been on our tree since we put it up. The kids put him there. I hate the fact that the only way my kids can have their dad on Christmas is to put the memory card from his funeral on the tree. It’s so not fair. I want my Jeff back.