Tis the Season to Be Jolly. This is the Black Orchid. My mother, Lady Wintermere Snow, loved the Season. I love the colors bursting out from everywhere, green, red, gold & silver and I have the same kind of feeling for Christmas my mother had, a prolonged and powerful sense of bliss. The image of gray geese flying overhead reflected in the icy nothingness of the pond below where golden Carp swim. A speckled fawn crossing a snow kissed field. The snow becoming orange like the last flame of a dying sun. The sound of Lou Rawls singing, “It’s Christmas Time, Pretty Baby.” And piles of turkey and ham with conrbread dressing. Mince pie, cherry pie & pumpkin pie. I feel I am part of all people during Christmas. Even, you, Ye Silly Bitches.