For nearly every year since my daughter Poesy was old enough to sing, we’ve recorded a Christmas podcast; but we missed it in 2016, due to the same factors that made the podcast itself dormant for a couple years — my crazy busy schedule.
But this year, we’re back, with my off-key accompaniment to her excellent “Deck the Halls,” as well as some of her favorite slime recipes, and a promise that I’ll be taking up podcasting again in the new year, starting with a serialized reading of my Sturgeon-winning story The Man Who Sold the Moon.
Here’s hoping for a better 2018 than 2017 or 2016 proved to be: I take comfort in the idea that the bumpers are well and truly off, which is why so many improbably terrible things were able to happen and worsen in the past couple years — but with the bumpers off, it also means that improbably wonderful things are also possible. All the impossible dreams of 2014 or so are looking no more or less likely than any of the other weird stuff we’re living through now.
See you in the new year!
