Good Morning, Merry Christmas, & Pass the Coffee

Hi lovely people,

I’m screaming “Good Morning!” and “Merry Christmas!” like a holiday town crier because, well, it’s snowing outside, and I’m having a moment. Snow is falling, coffee cups are steaming in mittened hands outside my window, and my friend is snoring next to me like a chainsaw dressed in tinsel. This? This is Christmas. A messy, beautiful collage of quiet joy, caffeine-fueled warmth, and the kind of contentment that can only come from not having to be anywhere but here.

Now, as much as I’d love to dive straight into the snow globe vibes, let’s rewind for a second. Christmas didn’t start with Hallmark movies, Mariah Carey, or inflatable Santas on suburban lawns. For Christians, it began as a celebration of the birth of Jesus—a humble yet revolutionary event that shaped history. No red suits or reindeer in sight, just a baby in a manger, some star-following wise men, and enough barn animals to make it smell like a farm-to-table nativity scene.

So why is this ancient story still relevant in a world full of Amazon wish lists and “ugly” Christmas sweater contests that, let’s be honest, are getting aggressively fashionable? Because Christmas, at its core, reminds us to pause. It’s a holiday that says, “Hey, you’re alive. You’re breathing. That’s a gift.” And maybe it’s cheesy, but there’s something powerful about sitting in the quiet of a snowy morning and realizing that no matter how messy life gets, there’s still magic in the mundane.

But let’s be real—Christmas has also changed a lot. It’s gone from holy hymns to TikTok challenges and from candlelit services to LED light extravaganzas synced to Mariah Carey’s greatest hits. The world has modernized, commercialized, and, let’s face it, meme-ified this holiday. And while that might sound cynical, I think it’s also kind of beautiful. Because no matter how we celebrate—whether it’s through tradition, innovation, or somewhere in between—it’s still about connection.

So maybe the best way to honor Christmas isn’t just to reflect on its origins but also to embrace the present. Be thankful for the snow, the coffee, the friend snoring next to you like a human foghorn. Be thankful for health, for love, for the weird joy of wrapping presents so badly they look like abstract art. It’s not about doing it perfectly—it’s about doing it with heart.

In the end, Christmas is what you make of it. It’s a story of beginnings, of hope, and of finding light in the darkest nights—both literally and metaphorically. So, wherever you are this morning, whether it’s snowing or sunny, messy or magical, I hope you take a second to scream “Good Morning!” into the void and feel the joy of simply being here. Merry Christmas, everyone.