Well we mixed things up a little bit this year. We are skipping Christmas celebrations entirely and roadtripping instead.

There are a few that will miss having the traditional country Christmas at the Hill house and I regret that. But, our friend/family unit is large so I know they will still have a happy Christmas; at least I pray they do.

As for myself I need this for a number of reasons. I think it will be good for the hubby too.

You know it is not healthy to stew in your own miseries. God did not intend for us to be unhappy but… somehow we find misery. Misery might not even have us on her radar but we’ll jump up, waving like a fool yelling, “Yo, misery, here I am. You forgot about me.” Yep, we are a sottish lot!

So now, my spirit and my flesh feel distressed along the hatefulness of winter approaching…. I don’t love it. It worsens the feeling of despair.

The harshness. The coldness. The dying of everything around me…

Misery and Winter are soul sisters and all I have to say to either of them is, “I do not love you. Either of you! So f*<k off!!”

Sooo, instead of stewing in all the woes I cannot fix I talked to God, said my prayers and then… I said fuck it.

I know that word offends some people- it use to offend me too. Now…

I say it a lot. Fuck it.

Thank God my mother cannot hear me.

Ahhh. With all of that out of the way let me share a bit of poetry that has become a tradition for the winter solstice.

Keep an eye out for misery and do not invite her in. Guard your hearts, keep them warm my friends. Brighter days await.