Kill the fattened goose, hang the stockings, and drink enough to tolerate the holiday stress.  Happy Kwanukkamas (Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, and Chrismas if you were wondering).

Whoever invented the over-sized gag sunglasses must be a thousandaire a few times over.  If he’s not compensated with material wealth for such an ingenious product he’s at least content to know the multitudes of laughter and joy he’s brought the populace with spectacles befitting a giant.

Yes, in fact I did find it.  It took some time and more imagination than an army of children could muster, but I did find the machine that produces snow for Santa Claus.  For some reason it was located in a brew-pub and was only perceptible after several round of barley wine.

Sentries at the gate of the garden,

Protect my fallow land from the wrath of Winter’s hand.  Allow the rabbits, rodents, and wrens entry to gather what they may for their survival.  Welcome Spring’s arrival with festive trumpets and parades.

The cave welcomes me.  I watch as the Sun bids farewell beyond the horizon.  Hibernation begins anew.  Our dreams dance and evolve into endless realities as crystalline jewels of snow descend upon the Northern Hemisphere announcing Winter’s arrival.  Happy Winter Solstice!

Sometimes I resent the lies perpetrated by my parents regarding jolly ol’ St. Nick.  I can’t seem to shake this nagging feeling that he may really be out there damn list and all watching my every move.

Fan of all things sushi, sashimi, and nigiri?  Make sure to visit Kyoto restaurant in Greenfield.  Every Sunday through Tuesday they have an all you can eat sushi special.  Best in town by far and they didn’t even pay me to write this blog posting.

Obtrusively barren it stands alone waiting for seasonal decor to adorn its branches.  By the looks of things and the forecast of the week to come, it’ll need Prozac or some other selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor to get it through this Christmas.

Buried treasure of some type or an elusive unknown in a high school algebra class.

The empty soul of a school house sits atop its throne on the hill.  Abandoned, forsaken, and condemned were the last spelling test words given by the head mistress.