Merry Christmas to me...

Ok, it wasn't so bad. I had a cold and spent the blessed days in a sneezing stupor coughing up my misery in sticky globs. The endless loop of the raging fireplace failing to warm me, I danced wearily down the channels of jolly repetition lost in my own endless "A Christmas Story."

That time of the year again...

It's Christmas time, a beautiful sensation. The cold fingers of desolation clamping on my throat. They squeeze out the jolly good frustrations for Santa to see. It's not enough that he knows if I am good or bad, he has to see too I am miserable too.