Toasting Humanity: The Glow We’re All Made For

# Toasting Humanity: The Glow We’re All Made For

**The Part We All Miss.**

Scandinavians knit scarves while cinnamon glögg bubbles—it’s not cozy, it’s safe. Japan turns Christmas into a shy little secret: two people sharing cake under pink lights, hearts louder than the city. Kwanzaa moms braid hair by candlelight, passing down songs that taste like honey. Powwow drums? They thump right in your chest—like someone’s hugging you from the inside. Diwali means barefoot kids racing between doorsteps, trading mithai until their pockets sag. Aussies? They just barbecue and laugh because why not.

Here, though—we’ve got the biggest table, yet half the chairs stay empty. Elf selfies are cute, but they don’t hold your hand. Grandma’s pie does. Friend’s couch does. That awkward cousin who still calls you Sugar does.

So this season? Pull back the screens. Let the real string-lights win—the ones dangling from someone’s eyelashes when they laugh. Connection isn’t fuzzy… it’s warmer than cocoa. And honestly? It’s free.

**Who’s got marshmallows?**

We’re all doing it differently, but we’re doing it *together*.

Here in America, we’ve got the remix on blast: elf pranks, pie comas, ugly-sweater Zoom calls, and that one cousin who still calls you “champ.” We’ve also got the biggest table on the planet—and too many empty seats.

But here’s the secret the world keeps whispering: **connection isn’t complicated**. It’s the neighbor sliding over extra latkes “just because.” It’s texting your college roommate a voice note that says *I still have your hoodie.* It’s the group chat that erupts when someone finally admits they miss board games.

We don’t need more lights on the house. We need more light *in* the house—eyes sparkling across a card table, steam curling from mismatched mugs, someone yelling “YOU LANDED ON MY HOTEL” like it’s the Super Bowl.

So this season? **Start one tiny tradition**.

- Force the crew to watch the same cheesy movie and quote every line.

- Make hot cocoa so thick the spoon stands up.

- Leave a sticky note on your neighbor’s door: *You’re my people.*

The world’s already glowing. We just have to look up from the screen and *see* it.

**Raise your mug, your ramen cup, your half-eaten candy cane—whatever you’ve got.**

Here’s to the ones who show up.

Here’s to the ones who stay.

Here’s to *us*.

The fire’s already lit.

**Come sit.**

From My Ohana to Yours Bonnes Fêtes!