The First Ever Traditional Christmas Blog Post
So my family watched the Blu-ray of Kung-fu Panda II Santa left in my son’s stocking this morning. I realized while watching that the place we put stockings (on the sofa) was emotionally correct, as it’s where the fireplace used to be until the previous owners removed it. Couldn’t they have left it and still made the breezeway a dining room? Ah well.
The Holiday Literary Cheer event at SLAG (St. Louis Artists’ Guild) went off swimmingly. A great room, a hostess wowing with polished emcee moves and a little red dress, and a succession of festive and probing poems and stories. Didn’t count heads (though there were fewer empty seats than full), just took in the laughs and applause, happy to be a part of something so cool. Perhaps one day readings will be dreary and repetitious, but that day remains far off, thankfully.
Now I’ve got Wilson Pickett singing in my living room, because every year, magically, Christmas music gets tiresome on Christmas morning. A little tidying before Laura’s family shows up this afternoon, then another wave of shredded wrapping. Will I write tonight? I’m pondering how to force the big bad out of his lair right now, since it remains the same plot crux I wrestled with on the first try, seven years ago. I came to the conclusion last week I would have to re-contour the initial plot setup after I finished this draft, but at least it’s shaped like itself at this point. Extra points to those who spot the reference, or the trope namer.
Merry Christmas to any soul whose eyes light upon these words, soon or ever.