I’m lying in bed, stuffed to the gills, wondering how it’s even possible to eat as many items as we did tonight.

It reminds me of a satire piece in a medical journal a few years ago about the “extra stomach” for desserts that appears, referred to as “the pot au creme.”

While it may not be a real thing, part of me believes in the existence as when supper was over, I managed to eat another thousand calories worth of treats.

I’d say it was impressive, but I don’t feel impressed at the moment, just uncomfortably full.

But food woes aside, as I’m sure many people have celebrated in a similar fashion, what I really cherish at this time of year is the coming together of family and friends.

How we make time to see each other, even when we live far apart. How generations come together, and work and laugh over shared food and experiences.

Other times of year can be every bit as wonderful, but Christmas has a true magic that other holidays don’t.

Beyond the gifting, beyond the eating, beyond the surface glitter and decorations.

The heart and soul of the holiday is love. Just love. Love for a baby born to a poor couple, without even a roof over their heads. Love for those who travel far, to give the gift of company to those long absent. Love for those who care for us and for those we’ve never met.

At this time of year, I remember what the season is about, and I think of all of those less fortunate and count my blessings.

I wish you a Merry Christmas, no matter how you celebrate or if you celebrate, because we can always have more of the love behind the holiday.