I love the old Grinch cartoon, Frosty, add the clay-mation of Rudolph and the old 70's technology, with the sound of Karen Carpenter singing "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" in the background soothing my soul. It's toasty warm, with the gentle smell of the fire lighting up the room in its dancing light. I am surrounded by the closet friends and family that I know, and I have a tall glass of Rye and Ginger in my hand with extra ice.
I take off my wool sweater because it's finally just the right temperature where I don't need it for the rest of the night, but I keep it close just for good measure. The table is filled with snacks that just don't seem to end and even though I am full, I still manage to eat some more.
I reflect and remember the year that has passed and think fondly of how thankful I am to have the support and love of the people that matter most to me. Regardless of money, or comforts of life in which other people have more of, I am content in the fact that we are all healthy, safe and in the confines of each other's company for yet another holiday season.
And seeing this fills me with me with such a gentle self-satisfaction that I thank God for his kindness and true blessings.
Because, really... These are all that this simple Canadian boy really wanted for Christmas afterall...