Monday, December 24, 2007
Die Totenreit des Santa's
Well, Santa's riding the sky, i.e. the munchkins are in bed and I'm down here wrapping the "Santa Presents". The last treat eaten, the last story told, the last moronic cartoon watched. Now it's time for a last chai nog, the Kringle Loot to put under the tree and to bed. Finally.I don't have anything witty or clever, no bon mot or quote from some obscure Rmantic poet. I will quote you no Scripture or give you twee religious reasons for the evening. But I hope that you are home safe, with your family and your loves around you; loving and being loved, caring and being cared for. For at least one day free from worry, care and uncertainty. Sunk deep in the slough of feckless joy, cast away with happiness. Sufficient unto the day is the Evil thereof: may your Christmas bring you only Good, Light, Love and Laughter and the peace of a quiet heart falling upon you like the gentle brush of a snowflake on your cheek.