This time of year, I'll feel that old familiar wave of nostalgia. I open my eyes and see all of the old faces, I see each smile—family, friends, all vibrant and alive. They motion me to follow them. As I turn the corner, only the waft of once was remains in the hall. The ticking of the clock shatters the silence.

Old long since, indeed.

I wave that thought away. Wander My Friends...

This is a strange time of year, isn't it? Hours remain until we enter December 2023. Throughout the month, I'll reminisce and shine toward the good times; I'll grimace and groan at those moments I wish I had back.

While the past calls us back, we are at the precipice of the future. I know change is coming; I welcome it. I want to be better each following year until I, too, become a wisp of someone's memory.

But that is the talk of my spirit of Christmas yet to come.

I've got a lot of GOOD things coming down the line in 2024. You gotta realize "you're living in the golden years".

Mar cheo an tsléibhe uaine ag
Imeacht go deo
D'ainneoin ár dtuirse leanfam an tslí
Thar chnoic is thar ghleannta
Go deireadh na scríbi