I'm not going to apologize, or make up suitable palatable lies. Won't wear my new town's disguise. It's good and okay to just be what I am for now. Holidays help past the time despite insincere spirits and commercialize drones. Where are you going little bees... did they tell you today was your day to try to buy the tradition your grandmother made from scratch. It will cost you in many ways for days and days. Try your best to be real. It's hard to, I know. Paper walls hiding questionable motives.
Be real but conscious...yes? Life is this moment and it is innate to be in company. Not just any company but amoung the back holders and wet shoulders. The face slappers and reality clappers. The folks who know you or care to or don't care if they do but want to. For is happiness real if not shared? I read that once...it resonates. Embrace the season for your needs...find what resonates.
I think all I should want for Christmas is honesty ...transparency ...and to share it with those I love. My best gift always comes from the look in my dogs eyes when I call him over. You can't buy that, you can't sell that. It's honest and transparent and undeserved and constant. My heart beats not for approval or accomplishment but for knowing the few who love me regardless and when I'm lost and when I don't love myself. It's Christmas and it's okay to define what that is for yourself. Happy Holidays.
