Sunday, January 09, 2005
God bless us, every one.
First, my apologies for being so lax in my duties these past two days; all time has been consumed by the petty inconveniences of maintaining employment and the domestic and creative whirl that is the lead up to Christmas' last hurrah.
Christmas, I hear you ask, but it's days past Epiphany.
Well, yes, yes it is. But, among my people there is the long held tradition of Christmas in January held the first Saturday to fall after January 2nd. Oh and what a glorious time it was this year, a true Dickensian Christmas tableau from the over-flow of sumptuous food and drink and its accompanying besotted gluttony, down to a cast of characters complete with urchins, a cripple and a mustachioed old woman wandering around in a wedding dress mumbling to herself. There were even rumors that Madame Defarge herself was seen in a corner when the throng parted but such whiskey tainted testimony is still being scrutinized for accuracy and humor value. Ah, the bliss of family and friends at the holidays, the joy, the lunacy, the restraint in the face of the snipping and sniping of persons obviously unable to embrace the spirit of the occasion and count themselves blessed that they are not subject to banishment or worse at the whim of a mercurial monarch...
I do so love Christmas.
Christmas, I hear you ask, but it's days past Epiphany.
Well, yes, yes it is. But, among my people there is the long held tradition of Christmas in January held the first Saturday to fall after January 2nd. Oh and what a glorious time it was this year, a true Dickensian Christmas tableau from the over-flow of sumptuous food and drink and its accompanying besotted gluttony, down to a cast of characters complete with urchins, a cripple and a mustachioed old woman wandering around in a wedding dress mumbling to herself. There were even rumors that Madame Defarge herself was seen in a corner when the throng parted but such whiskey tainted testimony is still being scrutinized for accuracy and humor value. Ah, the bliss of family and friends at the holidays, the joy, the lunacy, the restraint in the face of the snipping and sniping of persons obviously unable to embrace the spirit of the occasion and count themselves blessed that they are not subject to banishment or worse at the whim of a mercurial monarch...
I do so love Christmas.
