But at the end of it all, I feel thankful. And blessed.
That I am alive. And that, amidst the good food and good cheer, I have been surrounded by the ones I love, the ones that really matter.
I would never have counted on that when I came here five months ago. Yet this is as real as it can be.
The eve.
The brother.
The Fabio.
The French Christmas chicken.
The landlady.
The Spastic and the Unmeltable Snowman.
The Boxing Day Santas. Well, just two-thirds of them.
I love you.
You know I do.
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