So it's that time of year again...
Let's change it a bit shall we?... This year, let me share you a poem by one of the greatest minds of our generation... Neil Gaiman. Yep. That Neil Gaiman. Of the Sandman fame.
If you don't know who Neil Gaiman is, look it up and try to read some of his works. He's one of the best storytellers alive and some of his works have already been adapted to comics, books, and film.
You see in 1989, he wrote a very short poem about old Saint Nick. And let me tell it to you now... this is not one for the kids...
Nicholas Was...
older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.
The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.
Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves' invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen into time.
He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.
Ho. Ho. Ho.
It really warms your heart... doesn't it?
As an additional gift for all who reads this... here are two animated shorts based on the above poem..
And here's another...
Ah... it really hits the spot ain't it? hehehe... So as you open your gifts and drink your eggnogs... give a toast to old Saint Nick...
My parting words to you... Merry friggin Christmas!!!
Mumbling my Ho.... ho.... ho....
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