Tis time, as they say...

( A Christmas Story from the StoryTeller )

In eight hours, I shall be outside, with my eyes closed, listening. There will be, as there has for the last fifty-one years, the small sound of a sleigh, quietly whooshing through the sky. There will also be, as I'm quite sure there has always been, the ethereal blessing of good tidings falling from the heavens on all who are alive, and quite possibly on some who aren't.

May your Holiday, in whatever form it may take, be warm, safe and wonderful. May your families be around you, in spirit or in flesh, and may you take comfort in knowing that you are loved and cherished.

You are all my family. - StoryTeller.

It's nearly time, kids. In fact, for some of you, it's Christmas!

As I sit here alone in my apartment, I tend to reflect upon many things during this time of year. I tend to think almost all the time, and I think the only time I have ever stopped thinking was when I was passed out from some silly thing I did. Nope, not alcohol... I've never been that far gone into my cups, and will probably never be.

Regardless, I reflect. Most of the year I spend deflecting, but that's a whole 'nother kettle of corn altogether. And although this may seem a sad post to some, it truly isn't.
( Reflections on my bestest Christmas Gift. )

I love you all, and you know what? I feel it when you love me back and it warms this old monster heart of mine right up. Ain't that just so cool?