Have a Merry!
It's just past four, the beloved will be home from work in a half hour, I have one more set of cookies I want to bake... so it's time.
For about a dozen years now, I've been putting the following up on the internet on Christmas Eve -- first on the lists, then on Lj. It's old by fannish standards, and a bit worn, but it's a tradition and I have few enough of those that I intend to hang onto the ones I do have. I know I wasn't around much this last year -- it was... a little stressful and not terribly fannish and I kind of dove into less interactive activities to cope. I'm trying to make it back...
For those of you who celebrate Christmas, have a Merry! If you celebrate the religous aspects, well, there are a lot worse figures to revere than someone who said, "Remember you're not the center of the universe." and "Be excellent to each other." I'm paraphrasing, of course. Although I always figured, since he was around two when the wise men showed up (men, never willing to ask for directions) he'd have rather had a Tickle-me Elmo.
For those of you who celebrate a different winter festival or no festival at all, have a Merry too!
We should all have a Merry! As much Merry we want, as often as we need. Comfort and joy, my friends. Comfort and joy.
love and hugs
Teand
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
T'was the night before Christmas and all cross the web
Characters slipped into each other's bed
'Cause the shippers were sleeping and dreaming het dreams,
But the slashers were writing -- too much chocolate, caffiene.
And though they weren't networked, and each wrote alone
A miracle happened as they tried to atone
For a year's worth of torment, of torture, of pain
For the angst that kept happening again and again.
For on this one night, the most blessed of the year
The whole gang could have sex with nothing to fear;
No jail time, no aliens, no weapons, no clones,
No misunderstandings, no one home alone.
They came from each fandom in twos and in threes,
They murmured their thanks as they fell to their knees.
(Well, one of them fell -- at least one at a time --
and we really don't need further details in rhyme.)
Up Mulder, up Krycek, up Daniel, up Jack,
Up Tom and Chakotay; the boys hold nothing back!
On Clark and Lex Luthor, on Josh and on Sam,
On Dylan and Harper; why not do it again.
Look there's Janeway and Seven, Samantha and Janet,
Also Bekka and Trance(though she's not from this planet).
And in every story the sex is incredible,
The manacles fur-lined, the lube really edible.
The guys all recharge like it's May not December.
The ladies are happy that they were remembered.
And at the end of each tale these words did appear
"Merry Christmas to all, OH GOD! HARDER! YES, THERE!"