Have I ever written a Christmas story? Nope. I’m part
Scrooge. I love Christmas, but I have no desire to frame an entire book around
one holiday. I do have a Thanksgiving wedding in one book, and we survive a
shooting on Christmas in another, but they are only there because that’s where
the timeline fell. I can assure you, I didn’t plan it that way.
Do I have a favorite Christmas story? Nope. In fact, if I
can tell a book is centered on a holiday, I pass it by. Why? I told you, part
Scrooge. As a matter of fact, I’m feeling pretty Scroogie right now. The family Christmas this year of
no less than nineteen bodies nearly did me in. Too many cranky kids! All I
wanted to do was come home and go to bed, but I balked at a 6:45 bedtime. I’m
not that old.
My next option was to sit down and watch my favorite
Christmas movie. A Christmas Carol with Alastair Sim is the bomb. I love it. But
instead of wallowing in an awesome tale of redemption, I’m writing this blog.
It’s no one’s fault but my own. And the
fact that it’s Christmas.You know, meeting yourself at the door time.
I should be doing the dishes from cooking pumpkin bread and
taco salad but again, nope, I’m typing. Our holiday meal today was south of the
border. My youngest son submitted it was a two-for-one, a tasty meal that
provided its own entertainment later in the evening. Oh, did I say, my son? I
meant the father of three of my grandkids. I would never raise someone so
gauche.
On that lovely note I think I will end this epistle with a
good-bye. This is my last blog. I will be going to school in South Carolina for
three months so will be leaving WARA in 2015. If you’ve ever had a hankering to
try your hand at writing, check us out. WARA is full of good people.
I know that the holiday officially ended last night, but I’m
going to say it anyway. Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year to each and
every one of you.
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