My Christmas was simple, quiet, and full of family love. I just love being home. Even now I am sitting at dining room table, typing away while my mom makes a delicious stew from our leftover Christmas turkey. The winter sun is setting behind the trees, sending a soft light through the window pane. It feels just like it once was - when I was younger and this home was the only world I had ever known. This is what the holidays are meant to be - a coming home for a momentary visit to what was. It's like a hug from the universe, telling you that everything will be alright and refreshing your spirit to take on the coming year. It is wonderful.