When my grandmother was alive, she always used to combine family Christmas invitations with a follow up question: Can we count on you?
She entertained large and boisterous crowds at Christmastime, and she wanted to know if we would be among them.
Would there be two turkeys or three? Four pies or five? Enough love for a gaggle or enough love for a throng?
These things were important, and she was planning them with matriarchal authority.
Some of the most transformative truths among family members are never spoken, but it's miraculous when they are.
Who hugs whom first and longest and best? Who speaks the longed for words during Grace before the meal? Who sits closest? Who laughs loudest? Who asks for compassion and who receives it?
The best answer to all of these questions is You can count on me.
This is what my grandmother taught me, and this is what I am speaking again, in her honor.
You can count on me.
My family members know this is true, and I hope, on this Christmas Day, 2025, that the wider world feels that way, too.
Merry Christmas to all those who hold high hopes for our loved ones, our neighbors, our nation, and the magnificent blue orb that we call home.
Lane MacWilliams
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