Christmas. A time of year where not am I only extremely excited but also feel warm and fuzzy in my stomach. Where giggles erupt randomly and I’m constantly singing.  I can be found staring into a zone for hours with a smile on my face because of all the love that is being shared. Christmas, that’s what I remember when I’m wrapped in his arms. When he makes me giggle, that threatens to become an eruption of laughter because he’s said something incredibly stupid. When I’m reading or listening to music and realize I didn’t understand one word because I was reminiscing about some dumbass cheesy line that was recited when I was upset. Christmas. The promise of joy and love. The acceptance, gratitude, and celebration of the people around you. The knowledge that as you head into a new year, a new time, that there is hope for a better world still. Christmas, an everlasting state of nostalgia, of home. That’s what he is to me, Christmas.