As I prepare to face my beast, emperor to all vicious creatures,
I notice my silver shining friend standing up in her alter, restricted to her abilities of observation and wishful thinking.
I always tell her that her company is enough help, but all my efforts are in vain for she will be tortured by her limitations until the end of her time.
We know it's tricks, where it chooses to be sly and mischievous.
I have had years of conviviality to learn his peccadilloes, to prepare an anticipated response to them all.
And, thus, this aura of terror and filth will not contaminate the light I've been creating.
To those who are facing their beast in this so-called festive time, you are not alone.