Good morning, Reader. It’s chilly here, but not so chilly that we have snow. I’m surrounded by family, loved ones, and warm wishes from far away. All of the gifts that I gave or received were welcomed with gratitude, appreciation and understanding.

The best thing about this year happened to be that there were no big gifts. Small cards, presents and greetings carried just the right amount of warmth and love. And our tree looks fantastic tucked into the corner near our cozy pet lizard.

Even still, I feel as though that chill, the one that forgot to bring snow, has settled inside me. I feel a cold weight that I can’t seem to shake. It doesn’t hurt, or even ache. It’s just there. Keeping me from breathing properly or enjoying this crisp, festive morning with my father.

I wish I could shed the feeling as easily as the wrapping paper had been torn from our presents. So sorry, reader. That was a bit cliché. But what is this season if not a time for a few unappreciated clichés?

I know that it’s important to participate despite the chill inside, just as we go out into the world on these cold days. And I know that this feeling is going to pass, maybe it’s just the time of year, but it’s still something to acknowledge.

So here I am acknowledging my seasonal blues and yours, too, reader.

Truly yours.