Christmas cracks the surface.

It’s the first real coldsnap in a good long while.

And I don’t feel the same way about the holidays anymore.

Old timey memories that aren’t memories at all but rather campaigns

For how it should be, once could have been, if things were nearer to perfect.

But anyway. The holidays now surge through bright and slick

And I wish they only came around a few times in a lifetime, not every year.

You see, we only count things very dear to us when they are very rare.

(Fa la la la laaa, la la la-la.)