Cocktails with Rudolph

I sit here on a quiet Christmas Eve watching the lights twinkle on my Grinch-themed tree. While it may seem frivolous to some, the magical sugarplum visions dancing in my head are just as reverent as if antique ornaments, lace-trimmed angels, and homemade popcorn garland adorned my tree.
 
The true meaning of this blessed holiday lives in our hearts, doesn’t it? It simply has nothing to do with how many lights are strung, how much holiday décor we flaunt, or how many inflatable characters illuminate our December lawns.
 
Today, I am lost in memories of Christmases past. I have one memory of an older brother and his sister huddled under a frosted window searching desperately for a glimpse of the Jolly Old Elf himself.
 
That older brother denied any such activity, noting that he only pretended to watch to appease me. Yet I remember a sparkle in his eye that was as innocent as mine.
 
When I think of Christmas, I see families gathered with voices raised in song, laughter, and prayer. I see masses of wrapping paper icing the floor like frosting on a cake. I see hope and joy tearing the eyes of parents and grandparents.
 
And most importantly, I hold tight my dreams of peace on earth and goodwill toward men across a planet heartbreakingly littered with sadness and strife.
 
Cherish your bountiful good fortune. Hug your children. Give praise and thanks to the master of your heavenly faith. And when your Christmas wishes are fulfilled, pray for those less fortunate, who have yet to see their Christmas dreams come true.
 
Be it Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Blessed Kwanza, or Happy Holidays, may the season's joys embrace you with everlasting peace and enduring love. Heartfelt blessings to each and all.
 
Now… Rudolph and I have cocktails to enjoy! Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
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