I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Ahead, there are spaceports, and strange, different worlds.  Ahead, in the far off future, if we squint, the worlds spread out like decorations and humans are in them.  And humans celebrate Christmas.  Or Winter Solestice.  Or a holiday without name that symbolizes a hope of rebirth and future warmth ahead.

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When I was little I had sharks under my bed.  I figure I did so, because I couldn’t have monsters in my closet, due to not really having a closet.  A child of the sixties, I had this thing mom had made from cheese crates, painted white and hung with blue-flowered curtains.  No self respecting monster would hide in a white-painted cheese crate.  So ( Read more... )

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