Gratitude in December's Chaos

Snow's on the sidewalk, shoes are wet. The neighbor's lights are kind of

a threat. I burned my toast, my cat ignores. Still,

I can't help but open doors. The coffee's cold, the train is late.

But somehow I still feel great. Every little mess I see reminds me gratitude

is free. I notice it, I feel it. Even chaos has its merit.

Every crooked tree and string of lights turns my little wrongs to rights.

Thanks, December, I mean it really. Even when the

world feels silly. I am grateful I am alive. I find the bright in every