As most of you know, I'm not big on Christmas. However, it's a major part of our culture, what with the religious significance and the economic impact. Of course, Christmas means individual family traditions and overall family gatherings. It's a cherished time, meant for bonding, love, peace, forgiveness, warm fuzzies, etc.

I'm afraid those days are long gone for me. But the memories linger on. That was then--this is now. None of my four children will be here. They have their own families to build memories with.

I'm fine with that. In fact, I prefer it. However, contrary to popular belief, I'm really not a cynical old man (if 68 is considered "old"). Oh, I have my moments, but overall I feel very fortunate, grateful, thankful, blessed, lucky--whatever you want to call it--to have what I have.

I mean, WOW! I have everything! Great health, yummy food, plenty of money, few worries, a nice home, farm land, super children, a father and siblings (as disfunctional as it can be sometimes), and all the necessities of a wonderful lifestyle.

I think about that last thing quite frequently. I'll say, "Gee, it's nice to have....". A radio for music, a piano, freshly cracked walnuts for my stir fry, a source of firewood (and a house heated with wood!), a microwave, television, warm bed, books, computer!

No, I don't own the latest pair of Air Jordans or an Ipod or a boat. But that's my choice. Some people don't have choices. Some are jobless, have poor health, are homeless, hungry. Life is unfair. And for people like me, remember, you can't take it with you.

Merry Christmas, everyone.