Here in River City, Mistress and Slave are weathering the holidays, looking forward to jumping into our escape pod early Wednesday morning for the long cross country ramble to our mountain hideaway. While we've been able to squeeze in some early morning sex these last few days before our over-scheduled lives draw us from the bed, we've resolved to step things up a notch once we hit the road and head west.
Truth be told, Slave has been a bit of a scrooge this Holiday season. After about a decade spending Christmas out west - Molly, Mick and the two cute Co-Eds in our own winter wonderland- this is the second year in a row we've had to hunker down here in the heartland, dealing with the expectations of our extended family members that they be feted, fed, gifted and accommodated.
That makes me sound like a grumpy and selfish old fart, doesn't it? And I suppose that's so. It's not that I don't have lovely Christmas memories from years past. There were always beautiful trees with nice presents beneath them. There were plenty of family gatherings where I was of the generation being fed, feted and accommodated, after all. But there comes a time when the folks who were part of those early Christmas celebrations move on or fade away, and the memories of those Holiday seasons bring a touch of melancholy to the "festivities". It reminds me of that line from my favorite Christmas song, "through the years we'll always be together, if the fates allow...."
Well the fates have stepped in for our family, just like so many others in recent years. And while the cast of characters gathering around the Christmas tree, Menorrah or bonfire this season of lights may have been pruned from years past, others have joined the party of our lives, and the show must go on.
Now I'm the oldest of my generation and have to admit that, in not so many years, will be part of the memory of the Holidays for my kids and theirs.
So I've resolved to be a good soldier over the next 48 hours: entertain, be merry, generous of time and spirit for Molly, my / our daughters, and my two cute grand-kids. I'll even try to be nice to my grumpy old Mother when I visit her tomorrow afternoon! Hopefully I will be remembered more as a Santa than a Scrooge!
So, on behalf of our entire staff here at UCTMW, we hope that all of you - the readers, followers and friends we've met here in our alternative universe - can enjoy this special time of year with your own families and friends too!