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Sometimes I just have to write what's on my heart just to get it out of there, so that's what this will be.
I think it was about June of this year. We had just laid off many, many people. Unemployment was soaring. A co-worker had just lost the family patriarch to Covid. We were on our small morning conference call - just me, two or three colleagues and our boss.
We were all working 14 hour days just trying to hold everything together while also tending to the worries of our parents, spouses and children. And we all began to cry, all at once and for no particular reason. The emotions of the times had finally caught up to us all.
I know the world has seen worse, historically speaking. But for us, things were just awful. There just was no good news to be had.
Fast forward to today, where the emotional weight of an entire decade's worth of events burdened us all in one year. But fear not, and rejoice. Because there is always hope.
Hope for today. Hope for tomorrow. And hope for the years and decades to come. Christmas Spirit has been understandably in short supply this year, but it's incumbent on us all not to grieve those people and things we've lost, but to find joy and gratitude in what we have.
Buy the next guy in line a cup of coffee. Give that homeless person a dollar or ten, and don't worry so much about what they'll spend it on. Christmas Spirit is something that lives strongly within us all, and now more than ever, our brothers and sisters need to see it in us.
Merry Christmas and much love to all of you, the best friends I've ever had. 
