Forward progress is a feat best used to reclaim your time, your purpose, your year. 
In 2-days — tidings will be more exciting and filled with familiar cheer.

What’s that in your cup? Is it eggnog or beer?
I’ll take a French75, please sit it right here:

on the side table. I’ll sip while I’m wrapping gifts.
Santa is not on his way over here, so I am doing the lift. 

I don’t think Santa has ever visited anyone; he’s a myth, he’s a fable.
It’s always been your parents and fam who are gift-giving able.

But you knew that.
Lying about Santa for decades was a united pact.

Our bad. I think the “Santa rumor” was supposed to be fad,
but maybe it went a little long and chafed a lot of lads.

That day is busted and long gone.
“Fam appreciation” is hailing strong.

And not everyone who will gift you will be a DNA family member.
Some of us are moved by your deeds; so easy to remember.

I’m a mass gift giver; I love to shop with you in mind.
For all the good that you produce I am particular with gift finds…
I love to see your adolescence shine.

So shine, dear beloved. This is the last familial celebration of the year.
For all that’s gone-on under moon & sun, intently move forward in cheer.

Love is the biggest gift to give. It requires no purchase or wrap.
So if you’re not feeling up for crowds and such just barrel over that.

Give love. It never get’s old… neither does your smile.
I do love the Christmas season. Let’s stay here a while.

Moving Forward be mindful and more loving to your inner child.

Remember them?
Sometimes you have to sit back and “adult-hem.”

Get there, if you aren’t already in your unguarded kid-space.
I’m Qui
Merry to be kicking it at the tree with a giddy look on my face.

When it comes to creating happy vibes, I’m all about the chase.