Speaking of which, make sure you treat yourself to a copy of Michael F Russell’s little Christmas tale, Other Colours. Your digital reading contraption will thank you for it.
It has been amazing to see what has floated in on the tide here at the Edge of Everything, attracted by the warmth of our fire, so thank you all, readers, writers, artists, contributors, helpers, family and friends and grumps alike: you are all welcome.
To sign off, I leave you a wee poem by our Poety Editor, Russell Jones:
To His Coy Dalek / How to Reconcile at Christmas
Had we but worlds enough, and time
to reconvene within the whirling snow,
to set our gifts, our games aside and dream
as ageing lovers might, our mutual blows
might soften in the fairy lights. We could see
our universal love for what it is:
something of you informs something of me.
Though we slip on icy steps, we must redress
our differences, not plunge through darkness,
gripe and vex, suggest extermination
to cure temporal, festive misery. Who
knows under which star we might acquiesce?
Let’s try them all, cast out expectation.
Darling, my two hearts beat because of you.