The best that can possibly be for everyone.
For those that are sad, moments of happy tears.
For those that physically hurt, THE most comfortable spot in the house, with the easiest of possible breathing.
To those in present financial struggle, tons of moments of happy, and the realization that you yourself are a gift and that lavish is unneeded and way overrated.
A pet on your lap, and if that ain't your thing, someone that you can happily pet, or, vice versa.
If a time comes, our upper lips form the snarl of a houndog ready to pounce and engage their eye teeth, a reminder life is too damn short, and that a smile is the donut tire to that flat (snarl) tire.
Sure, some things, relationships ain't what they usedta be, the ability to simply say and be thankful they once were.
With age, long walks take even longer. What better to take in all the views?
The contagiousness of hugs, laughter, and utterings of happy.
Christmas lights for our eyes, a piece of pie (or two) of our choice, and jammies for comfort after.
In gather, sure, there is difference. Christmas is us, not we/they, them/theirs.
Irregardless of belief, it's a wonderful smorgasbord of happy, good tidings.
Life, just like us all, is perfectly imperfect. No boxing gloves, terse tongue for any, including ourself, what a wonderfully long season of opportunity for happy, good.
The best to us all.
Love, Victurd
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