HAPPY NEW YEAR 2026!

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026 

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Wishing you a bright, hopeful, and peaceful New Year. Shall the months ahead bring stories worth telling. My wish is they bring memories worth keeping. I hope they offer moments that remind us we’re all connected in this beautiful, unpredictable world.

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Here’s to a New Year filled with kindness, courage, and the quiet joys that make life meaningful. Shall we step ahead together with gratitude for where we’ve been and anticipation for what’s yet to come.

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As we welcome a brand-new year, we hope every heart will find renewal. We wish every home find peace. We want every journey to find purpose. Whatever your traditions or celebrations, I wish you joy, health, and hope in the year ahead.

Benjamin Groff


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The Last Five Days

This Story From The Classics. Posted Originally in 2024 it is Reposted this year as part of the best of the best stories benandsteve.com are sharing at years end.

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Presented by benandsteve.com By: Benjamin Groff II©

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The year was drawing to a close. In the small town of Willow’s End, the final days carried a weight of reflection and anticipation. The air was cold but not bitter. The snow was soft and forgiving. Every storefront on Main Street was adorned with strings of lights that twinkled like tiny stars.

December 27th

Emily wandered through the park, her boots crunching against the frost-bitten ground. She carried a notebook. Its pages brimmed with half-written resolutions. They held sketches of dreams she hoped to realize in the coming year. Her golden retriever, Milo, bounded ahead, his tail wagging like a metronome. 

The park was quiet, save for the sound of distant laughter from the skating rink.

Emily paused by the frozen pond, watching the skaters glide effortlessly across the ice. 

She scribbled in her notebook: 

Be brave enough to try something new.

December 28th

The morning dawned with a vibrant sunrise, streaks of orange and pink painting the horizon. Friends and families gathered for breakfast at the local diner, sharing stories of their year. Old Mr. Harper, the town’s unofficial historian, sat by the window, regaling a group of children with tales of Willow’s End’s founding.

Emily listened from a nearby booth, smiling to herself. Inspired, she jotted another resolution:

 Learn the stories of those who came before me.

December 29th

The storm arrived unexpectedly, blanketing the town with fresh snow. Emily stayed indoors, wrapping herself in a quilt by the fireplace. She reread letters from old friends, rediscovering the warmth in their words.

Milo lay at her feet, snoring softly. The snowstorm felt like a pause, a chance to breathe before the year’s end. In her notebook, she wrote: 

Reconnect with those who matter most.

December 30th

By morning, the storm had passed, leaving the town glistening under the winter sun. Emily joined the townsfolk in clearing sidewalks and helping neighbors dig out their cars. Laughter echoed as children built snowmen and adults exchanged cups of steaming cocoa.

As Emily shoveled, she realized how connected the community felt in such moments. That evening, she added another note to her resolutions: 

Be an active part of something bigger than myself.

December 31st

The year’s final day arrived, bringing a mix of celebration and introspection. The town square rang with energy as the community readied for the annual New Year’s Eve bonfire.

Emily stood among the crowd, her notebook tucked safely in her coat pocket. When the clock struck midnight, fireworks began exploding, painting the sky with bursts of color. Cheers and laughter filled the air. 

Emily closed her eyes and whispered her final resolution: 

Embrace the unknown with hope.

The last five days of the year hadn’t been filled with grand adventures. There weren’t dramatic changes. Yet, they had been quietly transformative. As Emily walked home under the starlit sky, she felt ready for the year ahead. She was also prepared for whatever life had in store.

When the Quiet Arrives: A Christmas Day Meant to Be Felt, Not Just Celebrated

“When the Quiet Arrives: A Christmas Day Meant to Be Felt, Not Just Celebrated”

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2025 

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Christmas Day arrives not with the roar of celebration. Instead, it comes with something softer — a quiet that settles into the corners of our homes. It feels like a memory we haven’t revisited in years. The rush is gone. The wrapping paper has been tamed. Even the dogs, sensing the unusual calm, take their morning patrol with a little more dignity than usual.

For many, Christmas is loud. It is laughter ricocheting off the walls. Kids tear into gifts with a speed that should qualify as a competitive sport. Kitchens hum like tiny factories. But for others, Christmas unfolds differently. It is a day of gentle reflection. The heart revisits people who can’t sit at our table anymore. It also revisits places we carry quietly inside us.

On Christmas Day, the world slows just long enough. We remember what truly matters, including the people, the memories, and the grace that carried us here.

This year, Christmas seems to be asking something new of us. Not to act, not to impress, not to outdo last year’s festivities — but simply to exist. To look around at what we already have, rather than everything we think we’re missing. To notice the warmth in the room. Feel the softness of a familiar voice. Experience how a simple cup of coffee somehow tastes better when shared with someone you love.

People across the world are celebrating in a thousand different ways. Some celebrate with grandeur. Some celebrate with grief. Others celebrate with gratitude. Some hold onto just a sliver of hope they’re trying hard to keep. But Christmas, in its truest form, honors all of these experiences. It is not a single story. It is the stitching together of many. It includes the joyful and the healing. It includes the lonely trying to feel less alone. It also includes the families trying to reclaim a little peace after a long year.

And that’s the quiet miracle of Christmas Day 2025. It reminds us that the heart’s greatest gifts don’t fit under trees. They aren’t bought, wrapped, or returned. They come in moments — unexpected, unpolished, and unforgettable. A hand held. A memory honored. A breath taken in gratitude for having made it this far.

Your home can be filled with the noise of celebration. It can also be surrounded by the stillness of reflection. This Christmas Day let the season bring you what you need most. It is a reminder that you are part of a larger story. You are carried by love, by time, and by the simple hope that tomorrow will shine a little brighter. There is relief knowing that Santa didn’t run out of gas. He also didn’t run out of magic during the 2025 Christmas Holiday Season. But it came mighty close!


By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2025