Holidays and Time Machines

I really want to find a cheap (like, free-cheap) piano to put in my room. But I'm lazy and my car is small so I don't want to go get it from somewhere, I just want it to appear suddenly in my room like a time machine roaring back from its latest adventure to the time when some city you've never heard of was scraped off the face of the earth into the deepest parts of the sea.

The fact that we don't have a time machine made yet only tells me that the future is so much brighter than the past.

I have a room of my own in my house. But it's messy because I don't have anything cool to put in it. I just have junk to put in it and no matter how you look at junk it's still going to be junk. So it's arranged in a fashion befitting of junk. The traditional heap.

Time machines are going to be reverse engineered from a time machine that comes home from the future. Only, we haven't yet made it to any point in history truly worth coming home from. That's my theory, anyway.

But I'm looking forward to Christmas and Thanksgiving and the spectrum of holiday that falls between them. Maybe I'll get a piano. Or a time machine.

If I had the time machine I think I would want to go back and watch myself experience Christmas in my earliest years. I was blessed with a family that celebrates Christmas for what it is. So my face may not have shone quite as bright as other kids' may have on Christmas morning and our tree may have been a little more plastic than most trees and our boxes may have been a bit more scarce. But our Christmas was, and is, holy. And the days ahead are as bright as the days behind. Can I be thankful for that this year?