The next thing I wrote was in a writing class at night school. It was about a poor woman who worked at a dime store and who was all alone for Christmas in Laurel, Mississippi.
Don't let the past steal your present. This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone.
There is something about spending Christmas alone, naked, sitting by the Christmas tree gripping a shotgun, that lets you know your life is spinning dangerously outta control.
Alone or not, you gotta walk forward.
Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it's Christmas.