It’s been a long, hard year. I hope that for many of you, whatever holiday you celebrate is giving you a chance to find some joy here at the tail end of 2016. I know for some of you it isn’t, and I wish you the strength to get through it and better things in your future. I’m sending my love out to all of you.
Even if you don’t celebrate anything, if you live in the northern hemisphere the days are getting longer now, and that’s something to be glad of. The world, as Gordon Bok says, is always turning toward the morning.
HO. HO. HO. YES INDEED, HELLO, SMALL CHILD CALLED VERRUCA LUMPY, WHAT A LOVELY NAME, AGE SEVEN, I BELIEVE? GOOD. […] HERE WE ARE, DON’T MENTION IT. HAPPY HOGSWATCH AND BE GOOD. I WILL KNOW IF YOU’RE GOOD OR BAD, YOU KNOW. HO. HO. HO.
“Well, you brought some magic into that little life,” said Albert, as the next child was hurried away.
IT’S THE EXPRESSION ON THEIR LITTLE FACES I LIKE, said the Hogfather.
“You mean sort of fear and awe and not knowing whether to laugh or cry or wet their pants?”