Christmas lights...
One of my first vivid memories as an infant was sitting up tucked in under the covers in my crib and gazing through my window at the Christmas lights lighting up the night. It almost makes me teary eyed just remembering it.

Originally, the idea I had for my Christmas art piece was arguably more depressing. I was meant to be sitting on the lap of santa paws, telling him "I want my cubhood back... back when my life was happy... and fair... and..." as santa looked at me with a bit of sadness in his eyes, knowing it would be a wish he couldn't fulfill.

but you know what?
I am not giving up yet. Next year WILL be a turning point, a turning point for the better.
Next year
I WILL be wealthier
I WILL begin the process of me getting a professional tier fursuit, making me irresistible to other beautiful and handsome fursuiters
I WILL break 1K watchers, beginning on my journey to being a popufur, getting the adoration and respect I've longed for
I WILL achieve these things, because I KNOW I can...