It’s Christmas eve, and we always open a present each on Christmas Eve (except the years when there wasn’t enough to go ’round) but my family dropped off one by one. Jordi is not well, and then mom disappeared, then Steve, then Sean, and now at almost 2 AM the only ones left are Ian, Tess and I. Santa is most likely on his way, or perhaps already on our roof, impatiently checking his watch and tapping his toe.

I have a world of things to be thankful for as this year draws near the next. I have family, support, and home. I have gifts and opportunities. I was born into the haves as opposed to the have-nots, and I hope to not have a moment when I forget it. But there are things I can do with the rest of the tiime given to me. I feel as though I don’t have a mountain to climb, all I need to do is look around and realize I’m already at the top.

Happy Holidays to everyone out there. I hope that you are all lucky and blessed enough to be with people you love. Don’t forget to make a Christmas wish. I know, I know, we’re all adults here. But you never know. It might work.