Cocoa Coated Musings

So I'm sitting here Christmas Eve, and against all odds I'm depressed.
You know what I miss? I miss Santa Clause. I miss a time when everything was magical, my family was solid, and Christmas glowed like a sunset in a dim, snowy canyon.
I'm never going to tell my kids about Santa Clause because from there on out it becomes all about the gifts and less about the wonder. I found even myself in a foul mood because I knew I wasn't getting as many presents as last year. I don't know how I ever let myself become such a Scrooge.
I mean yeah, I'm getting shirts that I picked out for Christmas and not much else, but you know what, there are people way less fortunate than me, and I should be grateful for what I have.
In fact, I should be trying to ease other people's lives this Holiday season and not become so obsessed about gimme and mine.
Gosh, I hate when you get those chunky bits of unmixed chocolate in your hot cocoa.
But I digress, I'm going to open those shirts and be happy for and with what I have. I know I got everyone else great gifts and giving is more important than receiving, no matter how cheesy, didactic, or cliche that may sound.
Wow, I sound like a television Christmas special. But I'm glad to be with my Grandma who I rarely ever get to see, and I'm glad I have a white Christmas to wake up to.
Funny how a little bit of hot cocoa at two in the morning can put everything into perspective.
I love my family and my girlfriend.
I thank God for all I have.
Especially whipped cream.