The World Isn't Likely to End in 2012...

There is a kind of inexplicable joy involved in spending the day void of the pressures of life, to watch your loved ones smile with amazement as they tear wrapping paper and enjoy good cooking..life somehow seems less than demanding on Christmas..it is as if everything stops and worries take a back seat and you find that happiness, that peaceful place we try all year to reach..in reflection and with just the right amount of gratitude I welcome the new year and all that lies ahead...there is nothing quite like resting your head on your pillow at night knowing you are amongst people that love you..the world is hard enough out there and if anything the holidays have made me fully appreciate what it means to be home..

“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman