SMITHMag.net and folks posted memoirs (quickly) lest they forget. The year had seen changes from both near and far. Some happy, some sad, and a few that left scars. Babies were birthed and soon more will hatch. Death came here too--from love's grasp it did snatch. Some started careers and some changed in midstream. Some folks retired to live their life's dream. Some got engaged and some said their vows. Some took a step back and said, "No more. No how!"
Changes were striking all over the place, ever right here on our dear SMITHMag space. A personal playground, we'd like it to be, but it won't survive long with just the usual we. There's no "Pay to Play" but SMITH has to make money, or charges may show on our VISA bills, monthly. So St. Larry made plans, with his elves full of zeal, to give SMITHMag.net a much broader appeal.
His elves painted pages in stylish new shades, and changed things around, with sleek new upgrades. They added some clicks and answered requests, like searching by name and a "following" list. Take a step back and give them their due. There's a lot here to like, amongst all the new. It still isn't perfect, and yes, there are glitches, but give them a chance, those good-magic tech witches. Some folks carried on and posted right through. A few were put off and we've lost one or two. All things on this earth have a natural course. We ride it on out or get a new horse. The ride here's still good, though the saddle feels new. It'll soon feel like home...kick back, embrace "new." One thing at a time and a deep breath or two; all will work smoothly for you and me too.
Now welcome them in, all you fine old-time Sixers. Pretend that you're hosting an enormous Six Mixer! Serve comments with humor and empathy too. Give wordy high fives if that's what is due. Encourage smart writing and lead by example. There's room here for all, the new space is ample.
So be of good cheer, all ye old and new Sixers. May you all find some joy in writing a Six here. Whether shouting with glee and spreading the news, or quietly stating your personal views. Sharing your tears or confessing old fears, you'll find dozens among us with wide open ears. (Let's not get hung up on the ears versus eyes thing, okay?)
With that I must go and do Santa's bidding, of baking and wrapping and lighting and gifting.
Merry Christmas to all. Happy Hanukkah too. All the joys of the season to you and your crew.