Maybe it should be the season of being nice to the all the inner children, too?

I find comfort in the weirdest things sometimes. Like, there is this part of me that thinks Oh, wouldn't it have been nice to live a cozy life with all of the relatives in the same state, and even in the same county, because that's the life some people live. And I did have enough of a taste of goodness at family gatherings when I was growing up that I could imagine appreciating stuff like that happening more often.

So when my sister told me that she bought family on the East Coast a blow up Christmas decoration for the yard, but they had to put it away due to the winds, and they were kind of depressed because they liked it a lot, I told her some people out here put their blow up decorations away too because of the winds, and then she said she told them that and it seemed to make them feel better. I kind of took a weird feeling of comfort in that.