I've been elbow-deep in Christmas puddings this month, hence the quiet at Daedalus. 2013 is on the horizon. I plan to begin the year by writing the blog by hand through January. Wish me luck! I have longer pieces in the works, as well, including a post on visions and dreams. Thanks for reading and writing along with me!
Adventure 101 in Logophilia is...
A Christmasy word, but perhaps one we don't hear very often outside of Dickensian stories. Mirth (n) is, simply, gladness or gaeity accompanied with laughter; its near synonyms being glee, jollity, hilarity and merriment.
My ideal Christmas is just that: gladness and laughter. In 2009, I was snowbound with my family over the 25th and 26th. The roads were a mess. We couldn't leave the house. But we were warm. We spent the day reading and cooking the Christmas feast. My parents, who received Nerf guns that year from my sister, would occasionally shoot foam missiles at each other like two little kids. I read Wives and Daughters in the window, watching the birds. That was the year a Cooper's hawk came and gobbled up a little unsuspecting junco in the snow. Not exactly mirth for the junco, but for us it was a testament to being safe indoors, able to watch the goings-on in the wintry world and knowing we were together and well-fed (overfed) and laughing. It doesn't get much better than this!