Make-shift, make-believe

She said: Once, many years ago, I went to a shabby airport to be given a big bag filled with fragile hand-wrapped candles, tree ornaments, ginger bread, candies and other exotic stuff I had never seen before, and which represented a Swedish Christmas. It made me feel warm and loved. I recall it every Christmas – with gratitude.

He said: … and I remember lighting a bee-wax candle every night, saying a prayer and hoping that maybe, maybe things would work out well in the end. Maybe things will work out well in the end?

She said: …and they have worked out – even if not as we thought they would? Hope you are well.

He said: I suppose so. Life is make-shift, make-do, and make-believe. I’m happy.