How does it feel to be alone at xmas? I've speculated about that for a few weeks now. And the conclusion I've come to is this: at the very least, it's better than being with the HPD. I know that's not really saying much, because anything's better than being with the HPD! (apart from actually being a HPD. Now there's my idea of hell...)
But I've entered into the spirit of things with more excitement than I thought I could muster. There's plenty of food in the house, I'm planning to watch 'Miracle on 34th Street' and 'It's a Wonderful Life' for about the millionth times, and I've received an invite to spend xmas day with some old and valued friends.
And while I always take only one day at a time I'm already looking forward to this time next year, as I wonder how much even further I'll have come by then - actually, I've placed an advanced bulk order for mistletoe, just in case...
The second half of the year 2008 has seen me visit psychforums.com almost every day. So if the amount of time spent somewhere's an accurate measure of how important something is, then this place is near the very top of my list. But it's the people who I visit - it's their posts which have sometimes carried me through the day and lit the way forward a little more clearly for me. There's no price you can put on receiving such a wonderful gift. Thanks for everything.
So with that in mind, I sincerely wish every and every one of the good, decent, honest people (come on, no modesty now - you know who you are) who post here, a very merry xmas and a happy and healthy new year. You deserve it.
But I won't leave anyone out. And so I truly, deeply wish that every single one of the HPDs, NPDs, and assorted apologist lunatics who post here will wake on xmas morning, to find that one of Santa's reindeers has crapped in their stocking.
With hugs and kisses/a manly handshake/or a scornful sneer,
Harry.