To Jane Pinckard, alone this Christmas:
All us humans live with our internal narrators of failure and despair. If we don't celebrate Yule with others, we spend it with our internal accusers, which is why Christmas is always such a busy time for the Samaritans. It's all bollocks, but it'll bring you down anyway.
My own birth family is wary of gathering. This year Miki is with me, and though uninspired by the season, we are invited to a huge Christmas lunch with friends. Last year she was in Japan, and I brought my mum to London and we did the whole nine yards: tree, carols, lunch for 6 including a beggar invited for the second year running, and various friends otherwise seasonally stranded.
Don't spend Christmas alone again, dummy. It's not good for you. Jane, reconcile with Anne. What, you gonna die still pissed with each other? Fly -- flee! -- to Chicago and celebrate with Robin. Hire a hall and invite your gaming friends to a 48-hour LAN party. You can see from the talkback you're not the only one otherwise alone at Christmas.
God rest you merry gentlemen, and gentle lady writers too. Lawd bless us all, turkeys every one.
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