I fail to see why the radio stations are so enamored of the song, "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus." The song is only cute from an adult's perspective; from its own narrator's perspective, the child who sings it has no way out of a traumatic discovery. Either way it goes, he's finding out something about his parents that he'd rather not know.
Or maybe I'm over-thinking it.
is pretty much my only Grinchlike thought at the moment. I'm enjoying
the preparations for this holiday season. I like the lights and the
decorations and the music (except for the aforementioned song). I like
getting in touch with people I may not hear from at other times of year.
Even in the face of whatever sadness inevitably finds its way into our
lives, I find the holidays comforting rather than harsh.
get-togethers can put pressure on people, which means that they can be
fertile settings for writers, who need conflict around which to build
stories. (I took full advantage of this in the Thanksgiving scene of The Secret Year.) But I hope you all are finding conflict only on the page, and are finding calm and celebration in the real world!