Perhaps since us Brits don't have Thanksgiving to be thankful, and we're just a pile of curmudgeons the rest of the year, Christmas is the time that I feel immense gratitude for everything I have in my life. So sure, I could use this moment to be thankful for my beautiful, beautiful car that I will never deserve in this lifetime or the next. Or the fact that I'm able to pay my bills, keep a full refrigerator, not live in a place that is fraught with civil war (I am thankful for these things, the last one especially, but I'm trying to keep this light.) What I'm most thankful for is you. You, you, you.

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. Just kidding. Last Christmas, we were in such a different place with each other. It's kind of remarkable what can change in that amount of time, yeah? I truly and naively thought that we had fucking everything figured out. Your family, and my family, and us. All together and I felt as solid as ever. We had plans for the New Year, some we actually followed through with, and others that got side-stepped along the way. But what I know now, and what I'm most grateful for, is that you never fail to surprise me. As a person, in our relationship, and the direction our life ends up. This, this is what solid feels like. I am irrevocably in love with you, and our life, and with the prospect of our future. I feel like I'm getting too sappy here. The point is, I didn't think anything could top last year, and you've managed to prove me wrong. So thank you, for being in my life. Thank you for spending Christmas with me and my family, you're truly one of us and soon to be legally one of us. I love you. Happy Happy Christmas.