We have come again to the twenty-fifth of December, the one day a year when the fire of hospitality and charity is kindled in heart and hearth, in the smell of pine needles and the laughter of children, the day of gift-giving, the light in children’s eyes, the day, to paraphrase the Grinch, that “doesn’t come from a store, the day that means, perhaps, a little bit more.” Okay Grinch, it means a whole lot more than a visit from St. Nicholas.
This year, may those who sit alone this year, may that those who are without, those who have no homes nor a holiday fire to circle around, find what they want and need.
This season is kind of like a boxing match, except instead of all the bouts of practice behind the scenes, the preparation is all the planning of gifting, the thought behind the choosing of gifts, the shopping, the choosing of paper and ribbons, the act of wrapping and tying of bows, the presenting of gifts leading to a day that hangs like a smile on the face of the world. It’s a day that is about both the journey and the arrival. Today shines like a bright holiday mirror reflecting all the days of Christmas past. Yet it is a time to be of the moment too. So let me wish you this, all my friends and all my family, and even the ones I don’t get along with the rest of the year: that you may have a Christmas to exceed all expectations. To all of my friends and family, to all of Los Angeles and America, to all of the world, my wish for the season—May you and yours have all your wishes granted, the Merriest of Christmases, and the Happiest of New Years.