Go East, Young Challenger!!

i have journeyed east, with my father, to henderson for a most vile and ancient ritual. we call it "family Christmas", but you'd probably have to rip out your tongue and chew on it for a couple hours to pronounce or comprehend what it actually means. at this time of year, the usually patriarchal system of the planet gives way to five female beings of unholy power and determination, who shape the cosmos for this period of time. the "sisters with names rhyming" to to coerce their progeny into carrying out meaningless tasks for the sole purpose of "lookin' busy". the spawn of these four have grown into self-aware (and pretty freakin' awesome) creatures, and use this annual alignment of the stars to unite and bask in their collective glory and fun-potential. sometimes others mix in with the great seven, the children of the four. the others usually shine bright but rarely last, for the synergy of the seven is unstoppable.

i am one of the seven. i am here, at our gathering ground, alone for the time being. tomorrow, a second of seven will join, and our power will be a hundredfold... until the third, fourth, and so on arrive until the seven are reunited. then we eat delicious southern cookin', exchange crappy white elephant gifts, open presents in the most ridiculous manner imaginable, and play a game called "hide and seek" that is nothing like your "hide and go seek"... trust me. there has been bloodshed caused by people thinking that that game was something it wasn't... don't judge a book by its cover.

what i'm trying to say is, it's Christmas time. maybe not the real Christmas yet, but who says Jesus was born on the 25th? who even says He was born when the bc met the ad? i sure don't. Christmas is celebrating family and friends and love. love love love. celebrate the amazing blessings God has given us, especially the gift of Jesus Christ, so that us crappy sinners can finally live again. if i got too religious for ya, that's yer deal.

...just how i see things. later, gang! enjoy your family, your friends, your love, your life, and most definitely God's blessings this time o' year... and hopefully the rest of it. peace on earth... maybe next year.

~the albatross sucks at wrapping presents.