No Joke, Jack Frost

I used to think that the holidays were a joke.  But today I wonder: They are a time the world has allowed us to set aside life and be with loved ones.  If we choose.  We get to let go of the world, return to a simpler time, remember our traditions - what makes us a family - and celebrate ourselves, celebrate our family, be them blood, kinship, doing, making, the wrong turn made right; however, whoever, family.  We get to remember years past, stories, good times, and remember that there was plenty of bad times too, but those are also what have helped us to arrive to here, now.  We get to let go of the illusions and create new ones.  We can laugh and cry with our love, see the joy in a child's smile and see the contentment of a beautiful life in our parents' eyes.

turn around

I remember when I was younger, I used to think that the world was full of any possibility I wanted; anything that I set my mind to, could be mine.  But over the years I have felt that feeling wane.  I have felt the acceptance of myself, both a very good thing, and a very bad thing.  I am not looking to change what I want to change, but just accepting it that that is the way it is.  That is the way it has been and history is just going to repeat itself.
I look for that spark.  I know I used to have it, and if even just the memory of it is all I have remaining, I know it once existed.
Turn this around, turn this from a losing game to a winning game.  I can still do this.  And only I can win it for me.