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Peace, Laughter, and Love – The Real Gifts We’re Unwrapping This Christmas

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Alright, my fellow time travelers in this Gen X spaceship, it’s that time of the year again – Christmas is knocking on our doors like a nostalgia-fueled carol singer, and I’ve got a few words to sling your way.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, you fabulous people! As we navigate the sea of tinsel, let’s remember the real gifts that make this season sparkle – peace, laughter, and love. Yep, forget the big red bows and shiny wrapping paper; these intangibles are the true treasures we’re unwrapping.

Now, speaking of unwrapping, I’ve got my eyes on the real MVPs of the season. No, it’s not the latest gadget or the unpronounceable ingredients in fruitcake. It’s the simple joy of head pats and love from my son that fills my heart with the warmth of a thousand yuletide fireplaces. Move over, Santa; these gestures are the real magic of the season.

And let’s talk about my furry companion, the four-legged philosopher of the household. This Christmas, the dude’s got a cozy blanket that would make Linus jealous. Watching him snuggle up like he’s auditioning for a doggie version of “The Nutcracker” warms my heart more than a cup of cocoa ever could.

Oh, and I’ve got my fingers crossed that my kid appreciates the 3D printer I got him. I mean, who wouldn’t want a futuristic contraption that turns imagination into tangible reality? If I had this thing in the ’80s, I’d probably be printing out miniature DeLoreans right now.

So, here’s to a Christmas filled with peace that rivals a serene yoga retreat, laughter that echoes through the decades, and love that wraps us tighter than grandma’s hand-knit scarf. May your days be merry, your jokes be sarcastic, and your hearts be as full as your plates on Christmas dinner. Cheers to another year of surviving adulting and reveling in the timeless joys that make this season truly, authentically special.

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  2. SMiLes Dear Miriam Sharing a Poem With You i Found on ‘The Wrong Planet’
    This Morning That Perhaps Best Expresses Why God Spelled Forward is Dog…

    “If i die before my dog, let him see my body.
    He understands death, if he feels my death
    he can cry for me.
    If he doesn’t see me again he will think I
    abandoned him and he will continue waiting for
    my return.
    If i die before my companion, let him say
    goodbye to me.
    “Dogs are an endless friendship, a loyal friend,
    a part of life and a reason to exist!”

    (paw prints and heart emoji followed
    by a graphic of a Dachshund licking
    the Face of a Human Skeleton FRiEnD)

    Reminds me of finding a beloved cat on the
    Side of the Road Far Away From Home

    When i Was Young and the Story then of

    my Only Dog A Dachshund named Charlie

    Seemingly my only Real FRiEnD out of Familly
    in Middle School Being Taunted By Mean Girl
    Vicky and Her friends for Having Pretty eyes

    and eyelashes

    like a girl

    Looking out the
    Bus Window Seeing

    Him on the Side of the
    Road Escaping the Fence
    to Greet me at the Bus Stop

    Yet never making it all the way there indeed

    It’s True i would have felt abandoned too if

    i did not
    cry over
    their exit from life

    i Like to Think somehow

    ‘They’ made sure i got to

    feel those

    healing tears…

    Back in the Dead Zone Days
    For 66 Months even that memory
    wasn’t enough to shed a dried up tear
    and no memory of ever feeling a smile…

    Yet Towards the End When we had to put
    “Sunny Boy” down What We Felt was the Son of

    ‘Yellow Boy’ one Christmas When Sunny Boy
    Came Out of the Woods Where Yellow Boy
    came From too as a Neighborhood Cat we

    Called Oreo

    All Scrappy 6 Pounds or So Tore the
    Skin on His Face With the Vet Finding
    Out He Had Kitty Aids and there was

    No way to Protect the

    Other Neighborhood Cats

    And With Yellow Boy With Feline
    Leukemia Already Living Inside

    So Yeah We had to Put Him Down

    And Through the Darkest Depression

    For Just a Second i Realized i Was Still

    Alive and Had this Gift of Life Even though

    i Couldn’t Feel Anything Positive about it

    i Shed A Tear and that Day at the Gym

    Even though i Could Still Physically

    Leg Press 500 Pounds in Hell

    That Was the Only day Out

    of 66 Months my Legs

    Actually Felt Solid

    And Strong

    For True for

    A Brief Moment
    i Was Rooted in Love Again…

    Indeed Dear Miriam God Bless the
    Beasts And The Children They Teach

    Us How to Be

    Human..:)

    Credit For the
    Poem and the
    Inspiration for
    This Goes to Both
    You Dear Miriam and Your Dog
    And ‘Ms Lizard’ The User on the
    Wrong Planet who shared

    the Beautiful Poem

    And Of Course
    Charlie and

    Another

    Black and
    White Cat
    Who was
    Named Tiger…

    Indeed i Do Believe
    We Should All
    Find a way

    to Shed
    a Tear

    on Christmas
    To Feel Fully Alive and Human..:)

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