Happy Holiday & Happy New Year!

accountability is praised while reciprocity is ignored;

jealousy surface its ugly head, comparison still poisons,

& closeness, especially with parents,

is never magic but labor that drains and costs time.

many parents carry unnamed weight from decades that dismissed mental health and elevated pride, face, and comparison;

breaking generational trauma is encouraged,

yet the work falls on the child to explain, repeat, resist, and slowly dismantle beliefs hardened over decades.

parenting was never enchanted,

& change is demolition,

not dialogue.

it choose no material gifts,

shocking those who measure love in objects;

instead,

it give presence, traveling far, sharing meals,

laughing at shows it don’t understand,

time it plan to give more of in 2026 as well.

money dissolves,

bubbles float.

homes should ease burdens, not add to them.

comparison corrodes,

perfect families don’t exist,

& no solution fits all,

only trial, error, and the wisdom to stop speaking to walls when health begins to thin.

tough love has evolved into learning,

supporting difference,

finding what connects, art, travel, games, gardens, accepting that family can be chosen,

& sometimes you end up parenting your parents, completing the cycle with tired hands and intention.

the same rules apply beyond blood.

with friends,

love is not free and access is earned;

its door is not always open,

& when it closes, it is final.

it let actions speak because explaining costs energy it doesn't give freely,

& every version of it is real, including the one that removes you.

cross a line and you disappear;

betrayal earns permanence.

it wish peace even in death,

& ask that its grave be left alone,

closure belongs elsewhere.

its friendships are strict because loyalty is not casual;

ride-or-die means it will cross the world for you,

help even after we part,

then release you.

the holidays arrive cuffed with joy,

santa sliding down chimneys,

stealing cookies like a festive outlaw,

hoing around,

while it sit with a book or screen,

mug in hand,

because the real magic has always been knowing where its goes:

choosing warmth, laughter, and peace,

not with those who think they belong by default,

who offer opinions as permission,

or believe they have the right to dictate,

who it may love, keep, or walk beside,

or deciding who it may or may not call a friend.

who crowned them authorities over a life they do not live?

one quiet sip of fudge off at a time;

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