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Am I out of my mind? Or just sending you, the reader, random thoughts out of my mind? If you can force yourself to move beyond this conundrum, read on and reach your own conclusions...

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Monday, December 19, 2005

'Tis the Season, Now Give me a Reason

Bah, humbug.

You've been warned. I am not in a happy, happy, jolly, jolly mood this holiday season -- despite the best intentions of some of those people in my life who think it is the natural thing to dive into the Christmas-Chanuka-Kwanzaa-whatever season that is now fully upon us.


Instead, I am not putting up a tree or a wreath or any decorations related to the multi-month shopping frenzy we now call Christmas. And don't even get me started on the 24-hour holiday music radio stations that have been glutting the airways since the first of November. Geez, who ever thought I would learn to despise the music I once looked forward to every year?

My one concession to the season was buying Christmas cards for those on my decidedly shortened card list. Instead of buying boxes of cards to sending to everyone, I decide to send cards that spoke specifically to the people I wanted to send them to. Okay, a few got boxed cards, but the card was so ME and the receivers will recognize that and it is okay. However, looking for just the right card for the odd assortment of folks who make up my little world led me to a question.

Am I asking too much, or has Hallmark just gotten lazy? At any rate, after hours among the fluff and fruit, I decided the card nazis need a little help in expanding their current offerings. I thought Hallmark, et al, had covered every possibility.

Apparently my life just has more than it's share of "possibilities." Sigh.

And some of those possibilities are starting to converge just over the horizon, like a gathering beacon of light guiding the inevitability of change right into my little stable of complacency. Great. Life shuffling of messianic proportions -- that's what I need right now, yessirree Bob. How do you run away from home when your feet are nailed to the floor? My internal editor just tried to make that "nailed to a cross," but even I will only go so far with a metaphor.

Whatever.

Here's to the season and the hope that springs eternal that a new year and a new start are just around the corner, if only we knew which corner.

And if only there were a star to guide us...

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