Peter Pan. Tell it to me again, but differently.
I find holidays to be somber and solemn; something remarkable, dignified and holy. I would say I don’t like marking the passage of time, but it is unavoidable. Sitting before this Christmas tree, I dwell on what has been. Most of the year I am an uncouth prankster, but end of each year reminds me of what has been, the experiences I have shared.
I am reminded that I am enabled by many people who make me believe, like Peter Pan, that all things are possible and every situation is an adventure, all of the good and bad.
In just a few hours, packages will be unwrapped. But the real gift was given in the moment we spend together.
Thank you, my friends, for making me believe.