Holiday Happys?

2024.12.24

Good morning, that wonderful way.

How are you?

Holiday happys?

Obligation sappys?

Any which way hope your day goes well.

Longhand this morning, the keys wanted club floor dancing.

Find another host, this Ghos+ moved on to ballroom a long time ago.

How's your dance? Flow match the go of your day?

If not change the choreography and be happy. It's the Holiday season, after all.

Started snowing this hour.

White Christmas in White America for me.

Abe's multi-cultural. White and brown and black patches, a national map made in Texas.

Haven't brought up Race on the site, the morning entries at least.

There's plenty of talk of color in the prose I'm working on.

Think that's what the keys are fussing about; they want to travel down prose lane.

"Enough pleasantries, Wynn. This story isn't going to write itself."

Know it all mechanical keyboards like to state the obvious.

Next Christmastime the journals will talk more on the reception of the stories. And an 'I told you so,' from the mechanical keyboard.

Today was my favorite holiday growing up. Now it's just a day best suited for miracles from unexpected places. Out of the blue from the reflection of Christmas Eve snow.

The peregrine falcon couple that set up a nest just over the backyard rustle to troll Abe through the window.

They're the fastest animal on the planet.

A dive for them goes all the way to around 250 MPH.

The flight back up is pretty quick, too.

Good luck catching those, Abe.

Sat here assured of a White Christmas.

Hope your day goes well, maybe a miracle or two.

Take care, naughty or nice, ho-ho-ho (like Santa please); and have your better day.