So another Christmas is upon us.  No big plans over here at Pond Central... I didn't even put up the tree, again.  I'll be hanging out at the Old Home Pond, having the usual dinner.  Looking forward to the pierogi sauteed in butter and onions, lemme tell you.  But on the whole, the Christmas season is pretty low-key around these parts.

I'm going to admit something though.  As we approach December 25th, I find myself thinking about someone I know didn't "do" Christmas at all.  Maybe five years ago, Steven Den Beste and I got into a long e-mail exchange after I wished him a merry y'know and inquired as to how I could send him a rubber duck.  The upshot was 1) the day he accepted a rubber duck from me was the day he surrendered his fight against the inevitable encroaching duck horde, and 2) with no family to speak of and no flesh-and-blood friends, December 25th was just another day in the "expired" column of the Ledger Book of Life.  At the time I respected his desire to be left alone, but... well.  Even at the time I thought the image of him sitting alone in his apartment staring at a laptop was sad.  Now?  A tip o' the hat to Steven... Merry Christmas ya old coot, where-ever you are these days.

And a Merry Christmas to you, my assembled Pond Scum.  It's been a rough year for everybody, so hopefully your holiday will be the best one ever.  Tonight, I'm going to do something I haven't yet done: watch the final installment of ARIA the Avvenire.  Yeah, I know... it's a case of "if I watch it, it'll be over with for good.  If I don't watch it, there's always a new episode of ARIA to watch."  Anyway... y'know...

Merry Christmas.

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