rabbit-rabbit...

r.a.b.b.i.t. x2.
rabbit rabbit...
...and it's december.
already.
from directly out of the middle of nowhere,
the end times of 2010 are upon us.
the last throes, hurrahs, and ya-yas of the dwindling year.
every first, like that welfare, y'heard?
i said it,
i meant it,
and i might even pull a pair of freshly flensed flemish giants,
out of a flippin' hat before the sun sets, ninjas.
(it still sets, even though it won't show it's face today)
rabbity rabbits a' that,
for the future.
say it first, and harvest all that good-type luck all month.
i'll need it.
our happy hearth and home is hooked up for the holidays,
and the pine scented sexiness is in the air, duders.
it's emanating from some soy-wax candles,
and not the sap-slapping stump of a severed spruce.
...because our tree is molto faux.
*gasp*
that's right,
in the middle of the woodsly goodness,
surrounded on four sides by hefty hemlocks,
we've got a polymer pine poppin' off, kids-
no matter how many years go by,
that jammie stays green as F*.
plus,
the A*-lords working on the waterlines
have cut down more than enough trees for my liking.
plus,
with the hundreds of plants already living in the living room,
it seemed sadistic to parade around a dying relative for a month.
you like it:

but on the real ones, neighbors,
with the dusting of snow behind it,
in the wet and weak and windy wintry woods,
the bright light inside the big burly bay windows,
and the old-timey bow on top,
we've got the Folk Life festive feelings flowing
all of a sudden and with extreme force.
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there may be block printing in the forecast, today.
i've got some berserker barbaraian battle-beast imagery
that needs carving up and inking.
XI-mas jauns for your holiday faces, friends.
happy december.
and whether or not you're happy,
it's still december.
time marches,
time crawls,
and in between the paces,
in these places,
we span it,
together;
never quiet, never soft.....