We may be unruly around here, but boy, do we love getting our Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving. And we don't take it down until the day after New Year's. We want to squeeze every bit of holiday cheer out of the next month as we can.
And apparently, I want an excuse not to go in my studio/library during December. That's the yawning black door behind the gorgeous tree. My books are in there. And my wrapping paper. And the thermostat.
But wait, you say. What's that on top of the tree?
It's a star, I answer, but my eyes have a crazy gleam. So you look more closely.
This tree, you say. It's emanating hotness.
Lights do that, I say with an impish wink.
You edge closer. Drag in one of the dining room chairs. Climb on up.
And this is what you see.
It's my book cover.
On the Christmas tree star.
Because, like I said, we keep celebrating long before and long after the rest of the world.
Happy Holidays, hot steampunk vampire.
You're getting extra blood and a magical pocket watch in your stocking this year, not to mention a lump of coal. For being naughty.