G.K. lived before the advent of the computer age which has brought tremendous potential and tremendous frustration. Right now I am raging at my computer over attempting to create my very first newsletter. For some reason, the graphics just won’t show up#@!*  Once I master this little glitch, which can send me over the edge so easily, you are likely to recive a copy of the quaterly newletter with updates about my writing, links for student writers and links to generally cool sites about writing, fantasy, myth and words. There’s a button to unsubscribe at any time.

So, to put me back into a better spirit and perhaps soothe some of the frustrations of your day, let’s turn back to G.K and one of my very favorite Christmas poems . Hope it will give us all some perspective on the season before we are consumed by our consumer frenzies.