… for reading the words that, otherwise, would keep locked inside making us come down with sadness … everyday we hear about a friend who has just lost a poorly-paid job … everyday we know there is a kid whose toy will be reluctant to arrive … and still we go on, thankful to see there is food and there are tasks to be done, there are plans and there is love at home … and it really has nothing to do with Christmas, I wish plastic trees were not the spur for the joy-to-everyone ways … but I am only a cat, and cats do not celebrate holly days because every day living in a house, protected and warm, is a blessing …