i'm back in kuwait, kuwaiting on a flight to iraq.
i spent all of christmas on planes. which was kind of a good thing. since we were flying east christmas only lasted a couple hours for us.
the only problem was that everywhere we went, atlanta, ireland, then finally in kuwait. they wanted to do some sort of special christmas thing for us. but what i really wanted more than anything was to forget that it was christmas at all.
for me christmas happened early, and i can't put a date on it. we had a day when family got together and we exchanged presents, but that wasn't christmas.
christmas for me was sitting in a friends house watching bad tv. or driving around until the wee hours of the morning telling secrets and lame jokes, like we used to.
christmas for me talking to my brother about all the important things in life. politics, religion, art, and of course soccer.
christmas for me was seeing the greatest band on earth play a fantastic show, and sharing it with one of my dearest friends.
christmas for me was seeing a band play a show that was, well, less than fantastic, and sharing it with one of my dearest friends.
christmas for me was the hours spent alone in my car driving back and forth from seeing my friends. time to turn the radio up loud and roll down the window until the tears froze to my face.
so i wasn't home for "christmas day", but every moment of joy given to me by the people i love was better than 24 hours of a christmas story.
so to all my friends, thank you.
i'll see you all again soon
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