Merry Christmas

The good Christmases are the ones where you get to annoy your nieces and nephews without guilt, steal the last cookies off the plate, maybe reconcile with someone you fell out of touch with. It’s the one time everyone’s supposed to pretend forgiveness is real, so you might as well use it.

I’m in Munich with Ana right now. It’s cold and there’s mulled wine and this particular quiet that only exists when you’re far enough from home. The kind of moment where you remember why people bother with all this—the obligation, the noise, the commercialism. There’s something in it.