Once again, in my foolish neglect of the mercurial thoughts that often imbibe the masses at this fair season, has led me to display an inordinate amount of Christmas cheer. Constance, too, has been drunk with the festivities of this winter wonderland, dually shown in her presentation to me of the long-awaited Christmas card....at first I held it aloft, like a tepid crane of insolence.. but once I realized the significance of her proffered gift, I embraced the limp paper card with holiday fervor. Likewise we formed hollow men of snow, however the only snow we could find was old, rendering them a color inconsistent with our merriment.
Yet, amid these pleasant airings, my thoughts could not but journey to the uncertainty of the future... Will these good times of friendship with Constance last? (at least until the knowledge of my candy cane theft of last Thursday is brought to light), will my foray into the workforce end in bitter derision and mental anguish?
While I would query Constance about these innermost musings, alas, I cannot, for she has again chose to pursue her obligated year living among the platypus of upper Wisconsin, in order to teach them life skills and more courtly manners. Yet, while I applaud her unusually poor life choice; I still feel bereaved of Holiday Company.... The joys of the season can fulfill even this temporary loss.
