I would love more time to write some fluffy oncest, yes I would.
But, every Christmas season wants me to write this story I have in mind.
Christmas inspires me. Not only in its beauty and grace, its merriment and innocence. But in its deep mystery of where it began.
Not just in its mixture of winter traditions.
Not just in its birth of a child.
But in its message.
Peace on earth. Goodwill to men.
But, these days you cannot speak of the birth and the message.
However, lately, some have been sneaking it in through hidden messages.
That is what I want my story to be. Not just talk about innocence and merriment, not just talk about peace and goodwill.
But tell a story. Both new and old, deep and beautiful.
And leave the message up to you.