*Frowny Face*

When Christmas grew loud the bloggers grew quiet. Did the creative flow just stop? Was it that catastrophic? That the whole world just emptied itself upon the muses. That the furies could not manage their work. That the titans; they were scared.

No.

It is only that Christmas pleased them. It rose its head from the ashes, after a year of fire, and flew as though time was no longer poignant. And so distracted were their eyes that they could not engage the screen in the lightest of foreplay's. The passion was all used up. The great industrial giant was bought out and there were no Whole Foods open any longer, with mass product for individually minded beings of impurity. People stopped looking for life's playful hypocrisies and prejudice's crass judgements. People at once were satisfied.

Though I cannot understand it I believe Christmas then becomes the most dynamic exercise of the year. And so, it is with much inner turmoil, that I must objectively judge Christmas to be the most important time of the year. There I said it, I'm done. Goodbye.