Friday, December 24, 2010

At This Time of Year

At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
Love's Labor's Lost, Act I, Scene I

At this time of year I am jittery with anticipation and tingly with ideas because a new season of Shakespeare Club begins in only a few weeks.

At this time of year I eat extra goodies because I know I will burn calories running hither and yon for props, fabric, and errant tissues for drippy noses.

At this time of year I sleep fitfully because I'm certain this time I will blow it.

At this time of year I wish you peace, goodwill and sweetness.

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