And again, Apologies
Sorry folks. The pressures of a looming deadline, and other stuff, have derailed me again this month, so I’m afraid I don’t have an essay. But I do have a seasonal thought for you. It has recently been confirmed that all Christmas cards are actually made from very, very thinly sliced reindeer. So why not do what Tracey and I have done for the past couple of years: instead of sending cards, give some money to charity. Surely that’s more in the spirit of Christmas? Save reindeer, and make a donation. Our chosen charity this year is Breast Cancer Research at www.breastcancer.org
Season’s Greetings!
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Reindeer! No way. Couldn’t be. Santa would never allow it. Would he? I mean jeezzzz, Tim, it’s got to be some sort of urban myth or something. Have you been in to the fledge?
Someone tell me it isn’t so.
OH. My. God. It just hit me. You’re trying to misdirect us.
It’s not about Christmas Cards at all. That’s not the big secret at all.
It’s Santa, isn’t it? You think he’s an escaped Red Monk. All those silly cards and the enormous heaps of money people spend on gifts. The gradual replacement of the word ‘Christmas’ with meaningless politically correct religously neutral substitutes. He can’t stand that Christmas is the most magical time in the world. He’s surreptitiously been trying to bleed the last traces of magic from our world, by turning Christmas into a crass over marketed trite commercialized buying frenzy.
You’re trying to fight back by discouraging people from sending Christmas Cards that promote his secret agenda.
Brilliant. Utterly brilliant.
As brilliant as your wonderful, soon to be released Dark Fantasy novel DUSK
Those who would like to learn more about the nefarious ways of the Red Monks should visit…
http://www.noreela.com/