Ever had a Blue Christmas? I suspect most have had one or two. Have a story to tell about it?

My Blue Christmas:
In the mid 80's I was facing a divorce, with two young children slated to live with my soon to be Ex (we actually got along).

A week before Christmas, I was slated to leave. I did so after the Children were tucked into bed. I put most of my daily belongings in my car (the rest were in storage) and sadly drove down the road. I remember it being a first snow event.

I was slated to have the kids Christmas day…at about noon. I awoke early, walked down the street….all the restaurants were closed. I went back to my room and had my last can of sardines for breakfast. I opened my one gift from my Mother….Mothers always come through….I warmly thought.

I had bought the kids presents and had dropped stocking stuffers off at their new home earlier. I thought "gee it would be sad to open their gifts in a Hotel room." Shortly after I got a call from an old friend from University days. How are you doing, he asked. I lied and said "great." He said, "how would you like our house for a week, as we are going out of the province to visit our parents" I was uplifted and looked at the ceiling above , as if it were a gift from above. "Sure," I said.

A few hours later, I packed up my gifts, picked up the kids and took them over to my friends house (he had left a key for me). When entering, the first thing I saw was the decorated Christmas tree. It was a true joy to share Christmas with my kids, in a house, not a hotel room. We had fun. It is now a special memory of mine… turning from a blue Christmas eve and Christmas morning to an excellent Christmas day.

(BTW, my children are now young adults. My son eventually came to live with me and my daughter lived with her mother. We had and have a good relationship…both me and my ex finding wonderful partners for life.)