When the stars and the elements shall tremble with glee.

We broke up Christmas today, which I always do with mixed feelings: sorry to see it go, but happy to see normal life again. One of the things holidays are good for is making you appreciate things that aren't holidays. The yellow and orange placemats! The kidlet's stained glass of two cats, which has to come down to make room for the angel that hangs in the window! Enough room to walk behind the couch, now that the tree is down!

We used to actually celebrate Twelfth Night -- we even wassailed the strawberry patch once, because I had discovered this marvelous toast for wassailing an apple tree, and we didn't have an apple tree -- but the kidlet's birthday is on Monday, so it got to be too many celebrations all at once for good introverts like us. Now we just play the Christmas music one more time and take everything down.

Obviously I didn't manage to finish a story for challenge amnesty, but giglet has challenged me to clean out my WIP folder in January by writing 100 words of something or other every day, so possibly there will be actual, you know, fiction on this journal again at some point.