Sometimes, Gentle Reader, that certain holiday magic is just missing. I’ve been searching for it, waiting for it to strike, but it just doesn’t seem to be happening. Personally, I celebrate Yule and Christmas; they’re both practically here and it may as well be Flag Day for all I care.
This is due to be my last holiday season in the States for a while, as well. Next year, if my crazy scheme works out, I should be able to spend Christmas with Ex-Husband in Munich, assuming I don’t spectacularly fail and have to return home, and assuming that his Girlfriend allows it. Maman is also concerned that she won’t make it through her surgery this winter; we’re both desperate to make what might be our last holiday together a good one.
I’ve been wracking my brain since I finished the Blogiversary Extravaganza, trying to figure out where this blog is going, in the future. I thought I could just toss some festive holiday posts out there until I figured it out, covering my indecision up with a sprig of holly. Without that je ne sais quoi that the Christmas magic brings, I’m a little at a loss.
Well, not only that, but I’m under a bit of a time constraint today – I only have a few minutes to bang out a post for you today – I’m due up in Seattle to explore the more haunted parts of the undercity today. I think that I can faithfully promise some better posts than this, this week, but until then you’ll have to be content with a sort of nameless longing for that good old Christmas spirit.
I guess we’ve come full circle, Gentle Reader.