I love traditions. When I was little, Christmas Eve meant exchanging a single present with my brother before my Mom sat us down to read Clement Clarke Moore’s classic. The past few years, it’s meant being inside a Christmas card, full of love and family warmth. This year there is no fireplace or endless trays of desserts, but there is still love and warmth. I am so grateful to be with my friend today, to know how loved I am. It is a season of transition this year, a season of evolving my traditions. I can create whatever I want from this holiday. What will happen next?