Christmas is a tricky one for me.
I like presents.
I like making my house pretty.
I like taking time to think about gifts i want to get my friends and family.
I like wrapping things.
I like the spirit of generosity and kindness it breeds in people.
I like the magic of the season.
Father Christmas dropping down a chimney.
A baby being born to a virign.
I like the hope that has to come with it.
I like being allowed to watch terrible terrible Christmas movies and spending days not doing much at all.
I like my family.
But not all my family is here, and whilst this is a fact I battle with every day of the year, on Christmas day it is made all that more apparent.
As much as I love all the things that come with Christmas - all these things are always left that little bit empty because my brother is not here to share them.
I think it is important to remember us at this time of the year.
The forgotten ones. The people who find this day not full of peace and joy and love.
Who strive to find those things, but who struggle for those things on these days.
I can be glad that there was once a baby and a stable and astronomers and magic. Whether you believe it to be a true story or not, it is still one full of hope and gladness and grace.
And on holidays like this one, I am thankful for all those things.
Merry Christmas, friends. New York beckons tomorrow, so I'll be back in the New Year!