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If life revolves around anything it’s music and poetry.  And no time is this better than the holidays.  People love and loathe the holidays because they allow us to express parts of ourselves that lie dormant for so much of the year.  They allow us to tease each other and comment about each others’ lives on levels not realized in other months.  It’s almost like people are too polite in April or November, or they’re too polite in the south in general, but if you venture to the north around Christmas, the going gets good and believe me it’s worth it to hear what you will; it’s pure love.  Consider it; consider making it happen even though your brain and will and situation and, fuck, all of life as it is really can’t join the pieces together to make whole as A Charlie Brown Christmas plays in the background.

Don’t you know sarcasm when you hear it?

I don’t understand how a chunk of ice holds together for that long, leaving its comb of light like a whistled song.

I love the people that dare me to be happy.  I love the deep life force.  We’re all in this together.

How many times can you seemingly turn your life upside-down in the name of true love?

How long are you willing to be alone to do just that?

And I’m not talking about settling for a good relationship because that might be easy.  We can all find a decent relationship and move on with our lives.  I’m talking about that fairy tale shit that doesn’t exist for longer than some time but might be true.  The true of the nuts about.  The true of the magic.