On Finding Warmth and Cheer

Whether you are standing underneath the mistletoe with your sweetheart,
Whether you are rushing home to be with your loved ones,
Whether you are gathering near the overloaded holiday dinner table,
Wherever you are struggling through year end commitments,
Whether you are wondering where life is going to take you next,
Whether you are standing on a cold dark windy beach with your dog and wondering how much longer until you see Mom again,
Wherever you are and whatever you are doing, I hope you find warmth and cheer (within you and outside you) during this last week of 2017.

As 2017 draws to a close, I want to take a moment to tell you that I am grateful for your readership. Despite a busy life, I continue to write because of the personal connections it helps me make with y’all.

Thank you for letting me share my stories with you. Thank you for reaching out to me and trusting me with your most personal stories.

I wish you a joyful holiday season surrounded by the warmth and cheer of family and friends.

I also wish you a happy and healthy 2018!

It is Truly a Magical Holiday Season. Is it Not?

Dec 24, 2013 Christmas Eve

No cookies. No full fat milk.

A small cup of 2% fat milk.
A little pack of trail mix.

A short note that has been written, erased, rewritten and erased multiple times.
A tiny heart that believes that the big man will come down the chimney and give him a remote control airplane.

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Dec 25, 2013 Christmas Morning

OMG! Santa does exist. He drank a bit from Ari’s small cup of 2% fat milk and left a remote controlled helicopter (airplane?!) under THE TREE.

Ari was excited to see the helicopter, but disappointed that Santa didn’t take a bite out of his trail mix packet.

Clearly, there was some problems in the execution of Santa’s plan. Whoever (hint Kumar) was supposed to wake up early, empty the trail mix pack and leave just the cover near the fire place….didn’t do it. Grrr.

So, I had to come up with a cock-&-bull story that went like this “Ari, I think Santa was so full with all the cookies and didn’t want to eat your healthy trail mix.”

The doe-eyed dude  completely bought the story.

I am on a roll with stories today and I am also feeling rather mischievous. I wonder what other cock-&-bull stories I will tell to everybody I meet throughout the day.

Now that Christmas Eve is done, Santa (and all the hardworking Santa helpers around the world – YOU!) should take a break and relax a bit on Christmas Day.

Merry Christmas You’ll.

Be good…because Santa is resetting the good/bad counter for next Christmas .