It’s not about the presents. It’s not about me. It’s about the people I get to encounter on a daily basis. It’s about the respect, the laughs, the customer service, and the love of our regular customers at Chick Fil A. I’ve created close bonds with many of them, including Mr. Mike and his wife Mrs. Pat, a man who comes every morning at 6am on his way to dialysis. His wife crocheted me a scarf for Christmas. There’s Ms. Myra who works for the YMCA and comes every Friday morning, who told me back in August that she wanted to get me a Christmas present, and she did. There’s Nicole Byrd who comes ALL the time to get a sweet tea on her way to work and she never needs a straw because it goes in her yeti cup. Her gift to me was a total surprise. I’m incredibly grateful. This year, Christmas is hard for me. It’s the first time in 19 years that I’m not in the place I used to call home. And no, it’s not about the presents. It’s about these people, along with many others, who made sure I felt so very loved even when I feel so very alone this holiday season. Yes, I cried a lot today, but God puts people in your life for a reason. He’s kept me working at Chick Fil A this long for a reason. It’s an amazing feeling to be able to say your regular customers have become some of your FAVORITE people. I know none of them will see this, but just know I really love you all. Thank you for making this Christmas not as sad as I prepared myself to be.