i'll be home for christmas

There's just something about being "home" for the holidays. A certain familiarity and sense of belonging that you just can't quite get anywhere else. Like listening to the local radio station and hearing the voice of the guy who used to live in the apartment upstairs from you when you were a kid, and let you play the original Donkey Kong on his Intellivision. Or getting together with the friend you've known since 6th grade with your wives and babies and talking about how one is doing exactly what he set out to do in high school and the other is somewhere completely different than anticipated. Or driving by the fast food restaurant you worked at for 8 years and being flooded by the memories of days past. Or helping your Dad and brother-in-law pick up an old piano (that weighs roughly a billion pounds) and bringing it to your sister's house as a gift for your musical prodigy of a niece. Or just sitting around the house with the family and enjoying good food and good drink and being merry.

Or watching the adorable smile on your daughter's face as she gazes at her Auntie while sitting on her Gran's lap.



Yep. Nothing quite like it. Merry Christmas to all.

(Now if we could just get some snow!)