pandas for Christmas

Santa Claus is coming. This isn’t a luck situation. He knows things, like if you’re sleeping. Which is kind of creepy if you think about it. I suppose I’m an open book. It’s an implacable reality. oops, better rhyme something.. let’s see.. “Santa, that elf commanda will bring you all a panda fresh from the jungles of Uganda straight to your verandah” Whew.. art is hard work. Leeza has a small aluminum-tinsel Christmas tree in her room with a new-age LED-star topper. It slowly prisms through the color spectrum, breaking down light, like modern jazz. Small things can still enchant, if you’re open. I was sipping dark-chocolate coffee while Lisa rearranged the ornaments on the tree - again (as head-elf, the tree is her purview). She was humming to herself unconsciously as she worked, like a finch in a beautifully lit, evergreen garden. There was no real melody to it, it was just happiness. Peter (my bf) is here, he arrived last night - we’re workshopping instant gratification. Even if things have been tough - I hope you have a joyous holiday - that you chose it, like an option in an app. Nothing’s sweeter than the bruised joy of someone who’s known sorrow. Merry Christmas Everyone! . . **CORRECTION: Pandas live in a few mountain provinces of south central China.