I love Christmas, as the embodiment of the Christian co-opting of the winter solstice, when the light starts to return. I love the smell of the people in Wal-Mart, waving at the guy who cut me off in traffic with just one finger, and greeting the woman who took my parking space with a cheery Hey, honey, who's gonna watch your car when your inside? Seems like an awful lot of cars are getting keyed this time of year. It warms the cockles of my heart (whatever those are). It's a great time to spend contemplating the coming winter, and remembering the Zocor was invented just so I can have another eggnog.
