Santa will arrive in his sled; this season is fantastic.
Gifts are exchanged, families gather, the air is filled with magic.
Crowds brawl, shoppers scream and fill their carts with plastic.
God dies in December. This season is so tragic.
|Left: Aunt Evangeline - somewhat serious, quite intelligent, and very loving. Right: I do love a pair of red Mary Jane shoes ... as well as crazy stockings.|
|HODAKA HASEBE: handmade bowl|