A very happy new year to you, fellow displaced folks. Seeing holidays in different verses never gets old. I have to say, the celebrations here are very similar to the ones from my home verse. Except instead of a ball dropping, we ignite a large sphere of flammable material, usually organic and from local farms, and launch them at a ten-foot flotation device in the middle of the river. Fascinating stuff. Christmas, though, is pretty much the same.
Resolutions, though! Resolutions are worldwide and universal, methinks. I've got a whole list prepared for mine, starting with being more productive with a new business I'm opening up. That's right, after helping out with the West-Allen household
and the Manor with their decorations, I've decided my area of expertise lie in -- drumrolls, please -- DESIGN.
That's all I've got, no name yet. I'm sure I can come up with something at some point. That's my next resolution anyway.
Let's hear some of yours!
Also, B.A., your new abode in this place was lacking a turtle. I got you a turtle. The previous owner had named it Wartortle. Not sure what that means. But you can change it whatever you like.