Omigosh, It's Christmas! (Part Two)
Christmas time is not easy for the excessively narcissistic; constantly having to spend time in a fantasy world not of my own creation, peopled with relationships that go back to the dawn of my own consciousness. For about two weeks it is a harrowing side-show of ravenous longings. Then, suddenly after the last piece of fruitcake has been devoured and the last bit of wrapping paper pushed aside, the mist clears and I can go back into my world again.
In my world Christmas is every day of the week. People who have died live again. Hope springs eternal and love is the genuine coin of the realm. It's called New Year's.
In my world Christmas is every day of the week. People who have died live again. Hope springs eternal and love is the genuine coin of the realm. It's called New Year's.