It is the warmth of my bed on Christmas eve, with the muffled sound of my parents downstairs, knowing they are safe.
It is the safety of my future, the relief of another year past, and a desire to see the futre.
It is knowing that whatever may happen in the next 364 days, for this one night, I know that my family is together, content, and mutually content. That is how I see them, on this Christmas morning.
Merry Christmas all.
