Be prepared to go on standby.
First of all, as it turns out, I've been engaged in rampant bloggery for 3+ years now. (I missed my own anniversary, typical man that I am)
Second of all, it's Christmas Eve. For those of us down heah who are vaguely Iberic, this is a Very Important Night. It is the night we hang out with people we cannot stand and smile pleasantly throughout. Why? To make things just a tiny bit easier for Baby Jesus. Not everyone with whom I will (by sheer weight of unwritten contractual obligation) hang out is an inchoate mass of misery and annoyance, of course. This latter group is comprised of those stressed to the brink of dysfunction by their interactions -- or anticipation thereof -- with the former group. So you can see I have a lot of festive atonement awaiting me.
The payoff for all this aggravation and stress is Boxing Day, when I expect to drink a bit more Bloody Mary than is probably wise, hang out with people whose society is pleasant and instructive (a shock to my system, I know) and otherwise breathe pure, sweet air. Bloggery will likely be light-ish.
But that's not what I came here to tell you, Internet dearest.
I wanted to wish you a grand and wonderful Christmas, filled with laughter and love and hugs and kisses of those whom you love. I wish your joys to linger and your tears to pass quickly. I wish you to bask in the golden glow of affection and kindness and blessings, but also to be mindful of those whose Christmas will sadly run otherwise. I wish your prayers be answered and your heart touched and maybe -- just maybe -- this world will catch on to what it is we're celebrating at Christmas.
And to all a good night.
P.S. I wanted you to get my A-List cards this year. If you rub your fingertip very carefully on your screen and close your eyes, you might just feel the for-real engraving on the giga-fancy 100% rag off-white vellum stock. I spare no expense for you, dear Internet.