Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad, and Froehliche Weinacht

[laguera25]

I woke up this morning to red sheets. No, Santa hadn't replaced my linens with shiny, red paper; it was the arrival of the Red Bloat. Oh, tidings of great joy. I'll spend the holidays crabby, lethargic, and with a cadre of evil, unemployed elves gnawing on my plumbing. Not to mention the bonus cheer of alternating between a dull nausea and ravenous hunger that will compel me to empty the contents of my refrigerator into my insatiable maw and tempt me to lick the mildew from the door seal.

Dammit.

'S not all bad, though. logospilgrim sent me a lovely card with a charming picture of Pere Noel, who looks rather like a bathrobed, sack-toting evergreen tree, and a booklet full of exquisite drawings. I must confess I found the last two drawings rather melancholy, but the little care package from Quebec was a welcome surprise during what has been a decidedly unfestive, dreary holiday.

So, thank you, Professor, for thinking about me. I'm alive and doing fine. Merry Christmas.

Happy holidays to the rest of the flist. I'll see you when you emerge from the inevitable holiday hangover.