Though my involvement in African (specifically Congolese) affairs is very distant, through the project requests and reports and stuff I help translate, I’m still made aware that being warm, fed, and having my own bed aren’t actually givens. This year I choose to be grateful, and pass it around.
First Christmas without my grandad, too. He shall be missed.
And if you still can’t muster up some cheer, surely you can’t resist Dean Martin.