Post-Festivity Post

The house is still and quiet. I tiptoe around the maple sugar cookies, lest I disturb them from their peaceful rest. I glance at the sack of organic toasted buckwheat my parental figure donated to the kitchen. My mind soars with ideas pertaining to the myriad of possibilities for the kasha, delighted that my mind is now aware of its healthful benefits. I take deep, cleansing breaths. I am alone and it is good. I wonder how many happy children are playing with their new Wiis, and I wonder how many unhappy children are still hoping for a Christmas Wii miracle.