December 1

The Holidays. It is only for part of the year. Cold, haunted, isolated.
he facade of gaity, mirth, good cheer, is blurry around the edges and disappears in a blink.

But you, brave troupe, can grab the fun, joy, and last rice krispie treat
to make the merry as you go fa la la’ing looking at Christmas lights, draining the vessels at Saturnalia,
and howling like the primal beast you also are at the Winter Solstice.

Revel, dear friends.