Don't go too far, please, cedartree. Humour often finds sadness as its source, and laughter is only the alternate response to crying.

Your Christmas lights in December were a source of hope, strange enough. And yes, right now I think there may be icicles hanging from your branches instead. But I'm still clinging to the hope that one day there will be fireworks bursting loudly from your avatar. And until then, I hope I can laugh louder than I cry.