As I walked in the illuminated streets of my neighbourhood, trying to digest the over consumption of sausage stuffing and other Christmas festive dishes, a maple whisky and eggnog in one hand, and my dogs on a leash in the other, I filled myself with Christmas Spirit.

It was Christmas night and the crescent moon glittered in the sky full of stars. It snowed the previous evening, as it always does the night before Christmas, leaving a white sparkly robe on every tree, and a frosty glaze on every roof. The scents of firewood burning through the chimneys blended with the fresh and crisp air. Houses decorated with flickering and twinkling lights lit the dark streets of magic.

I couldn’t help but glimpse through the home windows. Families gathered in the living room, watching the fire crackling, playing games or chatting. Some were still around the table, stretching a long Christmas dinner.

I started to think about my own family, my friends back home, my friends here, and the people I met during my travels. I am so fortunate to have such wonderful people in my life, and I believe this is the greatest gift life has given me.

I returned to my little mountain home. My dogs panted their way back, satisfied of their evening walk. My friends haven’t move from their cozy seats beside the Christmas tree, still struggling to breath from a stuffed belly. The house smelled like good food and spices. I sat amongst my loved ones, my cheeks, nose and heart warming up to the comfort of my home.

I don’t want anything for Christmas. I already have everything I need. And I hope you do too.

Merry Christmas to you all!