Merry Christmas:

My wisest hero, a hard shell of few words, many actions and unexpressed feelings, what can be done to undo your knotted heart, where is your respite, how does it feel to build a home where you return to empty and void after a hard day's work? Who am I, am I worthy for you to call yours, to have your respect, your love...your pride? Where do you get your strength from? What keeps you going? When all else falls apart, what do you do? What can I do for you? How can I let you know that being able to do what you do, to have done what you have done, is something I wonder if I can, can I dream of?