‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except me looking for batteries for the mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care and I wondered, with his girth… how is St. Nick going to shimmy through there?
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of li hing mui, emojis, and malasadas danced in their heads. And mama in her kerchief, and I in my backward cap, had just settled our brains from the boxes we wrapped.
May you have good tidings, good fun and good wishes, may you spend time with loved ones as you cherish cleaning dishes. May you embrace with real joy the differences of all, for everyone's unique on this heavenly earthen ball.
May your reindeer lead you on a smooth path that's right; may your values include caring far above might. May you live with a passion, without drama and hurry; may your visions be clear, without roadblocks and worry. May your troubles be small, trivial, infrequent, and light; and lastly, happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night. Think about it…