Divisions and Precisions

On the one night of

On the one night of the year when I can feel the aura of quiet spirituality in the air, the breathless hush of waiting--waiting for a miracle, for a dream come true, for magic--I am reminded just how blessed I really am. I am deeply and profoundly grateful to be here on this Christmas Eve.

My life may not have gone quite the way I'd planned for it, and even now I may not be everything I'd like to be, but I'm here, and things are better than they've been in years. It took a movie to remind me--and shame on me for that--of a simple truth: No one is a failure who has friends.

I'm grateful to be here. I'm doubly grateful that each and every one of you is here. Merry Christmas. I love you all.