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And To All A Goodnight

What a year. Eyewear, for one, is glad to take some time off with family and friends, sit by the yuletide fire, and listen to some sleigh bells - or some such version available in these isles. It's been a time-wasting pleasure to continue this ephemeral blog, and thanks to you, my readers, it makes sense to keep on keeping on doing it. For now. But not anymore, in 2008. The next few weeks belong to deeper magic, the time-tested recourse to seasonal contemplation, festivity, joy, and celebration, that is Christmas. At the peak of the year, at its darkest moments, in its wintry chill - light and warmth and fellow-feeling is both right and good. Then comes a new year. And that too, brings its needful ceremonies. See you then, and there! To paraphrase Les Murray, I wish you God this holiday season. Or a reasonable facsimile thereof. Love, for a start. And health. Wealth? Bah-humbug! That's proven even more ephemeral, hasn't it?, than blogs.
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Anonymous said…
Todd, I hope your Christmas is as near as it can be to your header picture.
Sat Dec 20, 12:35:00 pm 2008
Anonymous said…
Todd,I wouldn't say your blog is a time-wasting pleasure on your part. I'm sure it is a pleasure for you to write it, and it is a huge pleasure for me to read it, which I do most days. Please keep at it in 2009; you are doing a great service to poetry and poets. Happy Christmas!

Julius Smit
Sat Dec 20, 10:25:00 pm 2008
Craig Saunders said…
I hope you enjoy the break, and I look forward to reading your blog again in the new year. Thanks for the work you put into it, for sharing your thoughts, and for introducing me to so many new poets.
Mon Dec 22, 03:35:00 pm 2008
Michelle said…
Happy holidays, Todd.
Tue Dec 23, 10:11:00 pm 2008
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