Merry Christmas

To you.

Yes. You.

To the person alone who is swiping left

To the person alone swiping right.

To the person alone on a holiday.

Merry Christmas.

To the person mourning the past.

To the person hoping for a message in the future.

Merry Christmas.

To the men who struggle.

Merry Christmas.

To the woman who struggle.

Merry Christmas

To all of us, that just need a reminder from anyone: you matter. And you’re beautiful.

You’ve always mattered. And you’re always beautiful.

You have kids? You matter

You don’t have kids? You matter.

Merry Christmas

You. The one doom scrolling in the bathroom hating the next question from family

Merry Christmas

To you.

Yes. You.

To you that thinks it’s over. That the gift you gave to them doesn’t matter.

Maybe all the years later, it matters.

Merry Christmas.

To the person telling the happy people to fuck off.

Merry Christmas.

To the person wishing well, but also secretly wishing people to fuck off

Merry Christmas

To you, from me. A complete stranger.

Merry Christmas.

You may be short. Or ugly. You may be kind or awful.

You may be dark or light.

You may be kind or mean.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

From a stranger to you.

You matter. And always have.

We hurt. We don’t know why or how this could be.

But Merry Christmas

To you.

Yes.

You.