Christmas was great! My parents came over from Iowa on the train, and stayed with us for a few days. My wife’s brother also came down from the Salt Lake area. He has a bazillion board games, so we had a ton of fun playing with him.
Before I had kids, I never really got the point of Christmas. There were things about the season that I enjoyed well enough, but a lot of other things that I despised, and over time I developed a love-hate relationship with Christmas. I think I’ve blogged about it before. In any case, I used to think that it was due to the tension between commercialism vs. religion—Santa vs. the baby Jesus, or holiday vs. holy day, if you will—but now that I have children of my own, my perspective has changed. Christmas really is the perfect holiday for kids, and when you’re celebrating it for them and not just for yourself, the tension between the religious aspects and the commercial fades, and it all comes together in a really awesome way. Perhaps that’s why all of the best secular Christmas songs were written in the 40s and the 50s, in the earliest years of the post-war baby boom.
Anyways, those were some of my thoughts this year. It’s a lot more work to pull off Christmas with young children, but it’s also a lot more fun. It was also really fun to have other family visiting us, even if it was a bit stressful at times. But not too stressful, thankfully.
So we saw my parents off at the train this morning. The west-bound California Zephyr is running on time these days, which almost never happens with Amtrak (I have some of the worst train-travel horror stories you will ever hear—catch me at a convention and I’ll tell you how my girlfriend at the time broke up with me in the middle of a 60-hour train ride). Apparently, the supply chain crisis means that there are less freight trains, which makes for fewer delays. But the east-bound train leaves from California, the most dysfunctional state in the union, so it was running almost eight hours late. For us, though, that was actually kind of nice, because it meant that we got to sleep in.
In any case, the extended family is all gone now, and we’re slowly getting back to normal, though it probably won’t be until after the new year before we’re back to 100% again. If you sent me an email over the break, that’s why I haven’t sent a reply (although I am pretty horrible about replying to emails generally). I’ve got a BookBub Featured Deal running tomorrow that has me biting my nails, and a couple of other things to catch up on the publishing side of things.
Other than that, I hope to get back in the saddle with my writing pretty quickly. Should be able to pick up the WIP where I left off with it, and I’d like to pull out a couple of short stories from the outline too. Definitely need to get some more short stories into the production pipeline. I’ve got every month covered through May with new projects, though April’s story is appearing in Bards and Sages Quarterly and I’d like to line up a self-publishing project during that month too. But that shouldn’t be too hard.
I’ll leave off with this awesome rendition of I Saw Three Ships from the Tabernacle Choir at Temple Square. My dad was college buddies with the organist, Rick Elliott. Happy New Year!
