Once again, I am caught up in an on-going poetry contest on the Tolkien site I frequent. Here's the latest result-- an ottavo rima on the theme of Fangorn Wood: Dark, dark is the the rich earth where our roots sink deep. Gloomy the air where we reach towards the sky. Long, long the years we have stood here asleep; Diminished, our peace as the ages passed by. But now we awaken to realize the creep of tendrils of smoke, drifing bitter and dry: Our borders are breached and our enemies walk Under... Sign in to see full entry.
I have no problem with anyone saying Merry Christmas, and if they say it to me, I will say it back. Likewise, if someone prefers to wish me Happy Holidays, I am more than happy to be so blessed! If your joy in Kwanza is such that it spills over from your heart, I am delighted that you wish to share that joy with me! Thank you, thank you, for wishing me any kind of joy in this trying world! It's a ridiculous notion that anyone is being insulting or somehow deficitient in pc or in pc-freeness when... Sign in to see full entry.