All in all, I've been more social this year than in past holiday breaks, and I've still got a few more things lined up before heading back to the office/classroom on the 3rd. This does not bode well for poetry. As faithful readers know, I love my habits, my schedule, and my routine. The summer break is great for this, long unplanned days when I can read/write/imagine every day. The winter break, not so much this year. I'm resigned to this and plan to pick up my regular rhythm after the turn of the year.
I am thankful for all of my friends and family, both far and near, and I am not complaining about the socializing. It's just a fact of life that my writing thermostat is a temperamental, twitchy piece of machinery.
So be it, and Happy New Year's a wee bit early!