At my last writing date, the question came up: is it okay to be cheesy? That is: is it okay for our writing (even our nonfiction writing) to acknowledge a somewhat glorified truth removed from the harsher realities of life? Can we ever talk about moonbeams and fairy kisses in our writing and get away with it?
Christmas spirit has been running high around the cabin lately. The tree went up last weekend and the presents are wrapped and carefully tucked beneath the tree's lowest boughs. The stockings aren't quite hung up with care (they're just flopped over the kitchen chairs), but we're getting there. The point is that things are merry merry.
So is it okay to be cheesy? I think there are times in our lives when circumstances are especially warm and soft and kind. And during those times, I have absolutely no qualms with being cheesy. Bring on the moonbeams and fairy kisses. It's Christmas.