Christmastime is Here

Have yourself a merry little Christmas.

Because Christmas is love.

Full of love and hope and shiny lights

and angel-things and tinsel trees

and people you love so much it makes

you giggly and starry-eyed.

Because I have already had

one of the most lovely Christmases

of my life with my beautiful friends

who I think are my true family.

It never ceases to amaze me 

how amazing we function as

this little family prototype.

I want nothing more than

these people. My splendid

and superb family of

Lily, Marie, Jacket, Mandi, 

and Nick.

And while it really, really

doesn't feel like Christmas Eve

at all, whatsoever,

because there is no snow

and some feeling is completely absent,

I know somewhere in my heart

that it is truly Christmas because of

these people and the lovely time

we had together in front of the Christmas tree

and at my dining room table.

I know it is Christmas because

there was that intense glow of love

brighter than any tree-topper angel

or star, a heat more intense

than cozy fireplaces or familial embraces.

Because this love that is too immense

for me to describe is more

wondrous than all these things compounded.

Merry merry, Happy happy 

Christmas

Hanukkah

Kwanzaa

Saturnalia

or Festivus.

I hope you are

where it feels like Christmas,

all of you people.

perhaps there is snow,

but mostly,

I hope there is love.

Lots and lots of it.