it’s Christmas Eve. The Christmas season is supposed to be a season of family, of miracles, of happiness, but for me it’s a somber time to reflect.
it’s kinship that I miss the most at Christmas. I guess Christmas means different things to different people, but all in all, remembering that we are all siblings of one another isn’t a bad meaning.
Christmas eve, to me, embodied what Christmas should be about. Communion. Spending time with people, re-connecting with neighbors, just being with loved ones and visiting over beer and salami.