Season's Greetings

To whomever might read this - hello.

In the real world it's the day after the Christmas. For the last two of these, I've received more than I gave. It's kind of weird, and not really my normal speed. It's just that the "new" significant other is hard for me to shop for. I guess I'm easier, some how. At least this year she didn't spend several hundred dollars like last year. I'll take that as progress.

This holiday, like almost all the rest, doesn't really mean much to me. They haven't since I was little. My fondest holiday memories are being 18-20, still living at home, and going to work.
Because even then (even before then if we're honest) those days were worth more money and everyone understood it. There were no little kids around - I was the little kid.
It's not that the work days were memorable - they weren't. I couldn't tell you what I did on any of those days. It's that I got to come home to a warm, happy, healthy house. I told them all more than once all I really wanted was good food to eat. I got it every time.
In a fantastic twist of irony, all but the eldest of the people in those memories is dead now (or the one uncle in prison).

Another factoid I don't usually bother to share is that my paternal grandfather died on Christmas day. Now, don't over-react! I'd only met him a handful of times. I did not know him very well. I was more worried about how Dad would react that anything else.
Spoiler - Dad doesn't handle death well.

Did I ever mention that somehow my family members seem cursed to die on holidays? I've got all the big ones covered, and then my birthday is Memorial Day weekend. So the date set aside for the country to mourn? Yeah, happy me!

Hmmmm. This might be getting a little sad. I don't mean it to be, honestly. I could probably be 2x more goth, but I've never worn eyeliner, and black is not even my favorite color - though it's toward the top. Everything works with it!

I've always been a bit of a hermit but I get it honestly. Dad came right out and called himself one, but I think Ma could have too. Staying in touch with anyone is always a challenge. I haven't driven across town to meet an old friend in years now. Acquaintance would probably be the better term. I hope she's well.

In regards go PONY:
I finally watched the G5 movie. I liked it more than I thought I would. I really liked the G4 toys they show. I think that's a wonderful touch. I could have done with less singing, but that's always been a bit hit or miss for me. I wasn't sure I could get used to the new style, but that didn't last long.
I still have to look online to figure out who all the voice actors were. I know I should recognize at least two of the names but can't place the faces.

My Luna - centric story is still in the works. I did some more work on the outline a few weeks back. It feels like it's really got some good bones now. I need to make like Frankenstein and put some flesh on them.

The real reason I was inspired to make this post is to point everyone at this story. It does a good job of giving all the feels. If you've ever worked a holiday, you'll get it. If you've ever worked emergency services, you'll get it even more. I'm not often moved, but this one did it.