Being a writer doesn't necessarily stop for Christmas (although I will be chilling with family and friends at least some of the time), so let me know what you're up to and if you're writing.
"Gently sail through the careful tide, in a helpless breeze that softly cries. Far from any way you've come, too and throw sounds the empty drum. But as you pass beyond the sinking shore Seems a shape you've never seen before. Buried deep within the endless sky, It Lays still."