Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, whatever seasonal greeting turns you on. I’m an atheist. I don’t really care what or why you celebrate. If you need an excuse to be around friends and family and be cheerful in spite of shitty weather, I can’t think of a better one. Be happy if you can possibly manage it. Even if you don’t think you can, try. You might surprise yourself.
I’d be lying if I said that the holidays are my favorite time of year. I don’t know when they stopped being, and I’d probably rather not remember right now. Despite that, I can’t manage to be bitter about Christmas on Christmas Eve. I guess some part of me is still 8 years old, giddy with anticipation, the dawn pregnant with possibility. Even knowing what my “big gift” is well in advance and most of the rest, I still find myself a bit restless. It’s just infectious.
I’m with many people I’d like to see tomorrow, and far, far from others. No matter where you find yourself, talk to the people who are important in your life. Tell someone that they’re important to you.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, regardless of what you do tomorrow, I hope it makes your life a little bit better than it was yesterday.