jkatkina

One of my ancient traditions had been, for many years, to spend the last bit of Christmas Eve writing a "parody" poem off of that one that starts "twas the night before chrismtas", about and for a dragon cyberpet writng/drawing community I had been a part of. (I say "parody" in quotey quotes because, for real, they got increasingly less silly and more sincere as the years went on.) This comm was a big part of my growing up, and my main hobby stuff and source of inspiration for ages.

Ten or so years ago, this community finished a long, slow decline, such that we all drifted apart and the old forums were abandoned.

Then, this November, out of the blue and a shock to all of us, I think, one member of that old cavalcade put out the call that she'd made a discord server, and like 90% of our old crew descended. That's nearly sixty people, out the blue, for a community that vanished a decade ago.

I just spent my first Christmas Eve in years and years writing that poem for those people. I don't know how long this community will last this time around, but at the moment, I feel a profound sense of homecoming. I feel, for just a moment, at peace.