It twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The red wine was placed by the TV with care,
in hope that our holiday be spared from despair.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of iPhones danced in their heads.
Mamma in her teddy, and I in my strap,
settled in for a romp and short evenings nap.

When on cable news there arose such a clatter,
I hit the remote to hear mindless banter.
The talking head spoke but afloat came no matter.
only hype, rhetoric, half-truths and more fearful chatter.

Hi There Ho Ho Ho, a quick look at the calendar reminded me it’s time for the Jolly Holiday letter I know you have been waiting for, you can relax, here it is.  

It’s hard to know where to start as in 2011 I was busy as a hound dog in heat, I’ll do my best to keep it short and sweet. Twenty Eleven was a good year in many ways, I didn’t get arrested and no major injuries, success!

People go to Burning Man for a lot of reasons.  On the surface a festive gathering of 50,504 artistic souls in the remote desert seems like enough reason to go, but there is so much more.  This was my second trip to Black Rock.

(BRC) for the annual burn.  The first trip was such a fiasco it’s amazing there was desire to make the trek.  In 2002 I traveled solo bringing only 20 pounds of hamburger and a hundred windchimes to meet up with friends there.  In the chaos of a spontaneous city I was never able to find my group.  The food and chimes were traded for water and buns.  A memory yes, but I was not prepared.