Christmas Musings

Christmas was as Christmas often is, joyous and utterly exhausting.  Two yr olds have that effect on me, God bless 'em, plus all the rest of my clamoring brood.  And I've come down with some respiratory thing, also typical.  This time of year I find myself finishing up novels and whatever projects I meant to complete earlier in the fall on top of all the seasonal demands.  Not to mention one gets awash in sentimentality.  Truly, there are many ghosts of Christmas past to contend with.  But...