On the eve of 2011 - I should be reflecting, but instead I'm consumed with guilt and doubt. Today, Santa died. Well, the innocence of Santa, and the belief in the magic of all that he is was expelled in a horrible moment of vulgar truth. I really don't know how it happened ... it resembled a slow-motion train wreck that I couldn't avoid. It started with the tooth fairy, and it went downhill rapidly from there. I guess it seems fitting to close that chapter as we embark on a new year - but .... it is sad .... for all of us.
We're holding our own ... our little clan is celebrating in our jammies with yummy treats and French bubbly. Blessings, love and peace in 2011.