I’m always worried if I have done enough on Christmas.
Not just for my family, but for everyone.
Have I told enough jokes and smiled at strangers?
Have I given my very last to the people that I love?
Have I shown up when I said I would and left people happier than when I found them?
Have I worked hard enough, shared enough, loved enough?
And not once do I ever say
By the way lady, you’re a pretty amazing gal.
It’s Christmas Morning.
Today is no different.
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