Violet drove home on automatic, her thoughts everywhere but on the road in front of her. A small stack of gifts, all from her many thoughtful friends and co-workers, sat in the seat beside her making her smile slightly. She had just come from the employee and volunteer Christmas party at Weston Botanical Gardens. It had been lovely to see everyone and their families having a great time and enjoying the fruits of their labors. All the elaborate decorating, massive planning and hard work implementing it all was not just for the thousands of holiday visitors to the decked-out conservatory plus the festive outdoor light displays.
Violet had dutifully handed out carefully crocheted and knitted scarves, shawls, mittens and hats, plus dozens of colorful tins filled with tasty home baked treats and everyone seemed happy. The mood at the party was jolly, the music joyful, the food and drink good and plentiful, the entertainment spirited and the hearts warm and gracious. In a word everything was Christmassy.
So why was Violet feeling so melancholy?