Well, it's officially Christmas 2024 and Santa has come. He showed me how to use sand in the lightbox and draw your face with a sort of breakfast at Tiffany's simplicity. He showed me how to morph your face into a swan. He also showed me the most adorable clip of Snoopy ice skating with friends. kzbin.info/www/bejne/mIKkpZquqs6Clacfeature=shared Thank you Santa for not having any expectations of me on Christmas as expectations can lead to resentment. Thank you Santa for showing me that connection is important and that it's love that lights my fire. If love lights my fire then it has done it's job and I don't need to feel embarrassed about it. And thank you Santa for showing me that I'm not expected to be perfect both in real life and in internet, as if I was perfect in both real life and internet I'd be perfect. There's no such thing. Also, I'd like to clarify that every time you spoke I found it Necessary and beautiful. The only time I was displeased when you spoke was when you said with haste that you're the worst singer, as, singing is all about being comfortable in the body and with breathing.