Some holiday thoughts

Living here in Faerie, I have no idea whether I’ll blink and suddenly discover that Christmas has passed and New Years is upon me. So, while I’m thinking of it …

I wish you, each of you reading this, a merry Christmas.

You many not celebrate Christmas in a traditional, religious fashion. That’s between you and Yours, of course, but most folks in the US (if not in other places in the world where some of my readers hail from) do at least some sort of gifty, happy, celebratory thing around the 25th of December, even if the motivation is nothing more than fellowship and good spirits. And to you folks, I hope you get loads and loads of both, really and truly, and I wish I were there to share it with you.

And to you who do celebrate Christmas as the birth of Christ — I wish you the joy and peace that celebration should bring. Oh, and lots of fellowship and good spirits, too. And gifts. Lots of fun gifts.

Hell, fun gifts for everyone. Even for Osama bin Laden who, if he’s lucky, is holed up in cave somewhere, shivering and hungry and wondering what became of the blessings of Allah that he was certain would follow him all the days of his life in exchange for mass murder and terror. I hope that someone does give OBL something nice on Christmas: a gift, a kindness, something to make him feel special in a different way than he’s been feeling. And that it either turn his life completely around, or else make him feel wildly, incredibly, can’t-go-on guilty. Preferably the former, but the latter would work for me, too.

For the rest of you, though — “love and joy come to you / and to you your wassail, too.” Enjoy, and I’m thinkin’ of you.