Merry Christmas

There is a beautiful continuity in life that rarely is reflected upon, because it happens without consideration or effort: The beat of the heart, and ebb and flow of lung, the delicate and infectious laughter of my children that punctuate the turmoil of my restless mind, their touch that pulls me back into the moment, their eyes that stop time. The unending patience my wife offers me, which is only equalled by her love. Her blind devotion and arms that envelop me when I'm low, and her happiness shared when I'm high. The undeserved praise and loyalty of friendship, and their trust and belief in me, all of which far outweighs any I can hold within. This continuity is the mute angel that holds my hand, and let's me know everything will be okay. For another year.
Merry Christmas, my friends.