I love Christmas and I don't believe in god, and I've come to believe that those two things don't have to be in conflict at all. Winter is hard for me, I hate it, I hate the cold, I hate the endless gray days. I hate watching my mood disintegrate and my empathy reserves for dealing with other people dwindle into dust. So I'm thankful for having things to decorate or make, for eggnog being back in stores, and for Annie Lenox's cover of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen."
I'm absolutely the worst at sticking to any kind of goal or plan for self improvement, so I'm just going to post everyday. Even if it's just a link. Perfect is the enemy of good, and I tinker and tinker with a idea in my head until it's demolished and months have gone by on the blog with no new content. The spirit of Christmas to me is to remind ourselves that all winters end, that we can and have been good, and to light candles rather than bitch out the night for coming so early. So however you celebrate I hope it's a happy one, and here's to a smashing new year.