A Toast

Here's to the ones who live without love. All of the folks who turn off the last light at night by themselves and know that tomorrow will be the same. I toast the lonely souls who tell themselves that they choose to spend the holidays alone; the ones who find their company in the bars, the malls and the twenty four hour diners. It's not really an exclusive club. I guess everybody really does need somebody to love.

While I'm at it, let me lift a glass to the ones with their hands in their pockets because they have no hand to hold. You know, the ones with a favorite song or two but no way to share an "our song" thing. What becomes of the lonely ones?