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Ed was dead: to begin with.

Well, perhaps this is something of an exaggeration. As far as I know, he is still out there, somewhere, as full of life as he ever was. However, he has long since vanished into the bowels of Toronto. He told none of his ostensible friends where he moved. He left no new phone number. One week he was here, hosting Friday night games of Mage: The Ascension, and the next week he was gone.

Let us start again...

It's Christmas Eve. Time to trot out the classics! I wrote that eight years ago.

One of my resolutions for the New Year will be to provide more textual content for this journally thing. In the mean time...

PHOTOS!

kores_rabbit and

commanderteddog had a sleepover at the Mousehold on Tuesday night. We stayed up to watch Strange Days.

commanderteddog returned to Toronto on the morn, but

kores_rabbit stayed around for the day. We took the kids to see Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakuel at the Movie Palace. It was about as good as one migh expect.

Last night was

commanderteddog's Great Migration and Sushifest. Her office is closing, so we (

momentrabbit,

seattlemouse,

kores_rabbit and I) infiltrated the empty corridors of the Toronto Star building and removed her desk, chair, computer and other bits she'll have for working at home.

Teddog later took us out all to sushi, where we were joined by

sassy_fae,

catsarah, and

j0no.

This morning was Christmas Eve Brunch at my sister-in-law's place, which was quite laid back with plenty of food. Erin's dad was rather touched by a customized photo album her little sister made for him.

Tonight we have the carol sing, buffet dinner at my mom's, and then home to get the girls to bed, stockings stuffed, and video games set up...

The "Christmas proper" is about to start, as it were. Tonight is a carol sing at our former church, followed by a dinner at my mother's house.

About 1/2 the snow has melted away in a day of rain, and there are enormous, frigid puddles everywhere. It's going below freezing tonight, meaning all the roads on Christmas morn will be a skating rink. Ah well. We don't have far to go.

Signing off for now, though I'm sure pictures will end up online tomorrow. Meanwhile, may you all have a fine and happy holiday and keep it joyous and holy according to your own lights.

For men are homesick in their homes,
And strangers under the sun,
And they lay on their heads in a foreign land
Whenever the day is done.
Here we have battle and blazing eyes,
And chance and honour and high surprise,
But our homes are under miraculous skies
Where the yule tale was begun.

This world is wild as an old wives' tale,
And strange the plain things are,
The earth is enough and the air is enough
For our wonder and our war;
But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
And our peace is put in impossible things
Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
Round an incredible star.

To an open house in the evening
Home shall men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.

Or, if you prefer something a little more secular:

Now to the banquet we press;
Now for the eggs and the ham;
Now for the mustard and cress,
Now for the strawberry jam!

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