Wednesday 25 December

Moon in Virgo

Moon into Libra

Picture the scene.

Santa has been, presents are opened, and the lounge room is full of wrapping paper.

The Christmas lunch table is set, the food is prepared, the crackers un-popped and the empty bottles are starting to pile up.

The Moon in Virgo is having a little bit of a complaint about how the vegies are ever so slightly over-cooked, but other than that…

So, a few hours on, let’s look at our room.

Pluto, as always is seated at the head of the table. He’s done the carving and is now dozing in his chair, his hands folded neatly on his suit jacket.

Saturn and Jupiter have full tummies, and are sharing a glass of extremely good red. Unusually, they are getting on…not like the other year when…well, you don’t need to know that…

Mars and Uranus are glaring at each other across the table. Venus is casting worried glances at them. She told Pluto that this would happen if they were in the same room at the same time. She’d step in and do something about it, but no one has asked her. Nor do they appreciate her. Speaking of appreciation, why did that guy who promised her the world only last night now not be returning her calls? No matter, the sales start tomorrow and she is ready, with her credit card, to hit them.

The Moon, now in Libra, has moved into position beside Mars, so Uranus has two of them to glare at…and his face is getting redder.

At the other end of the table, Neptune has unearthed a couple of bottles of some damn fine bubbles and is sharing them with the Sun and Mercury. Mercury is talking about next years strategy and the Sun has rashly promised to take Neptune off to a fine hotel with the proceeds of this quarters bonus.

Back in the middle of the table, the discussion between Mars, the Moon and Uranus is getting more heated.

Jupiter and Saturn look at each other, take another mouthful of their wine, sigh heavily and move to break it up.

Venus looks nervously at Pluto, ‘don’t you guys wake him up,’ she whispers to the bickerers.

Too late.

Pluto opens one eye and warns, ‘don’t make me come over there…’

Mars and the Moon back off into a huff, muttering to each other, ‘Uranus is such nasty piece of work. Why does everything have to be his way or the highway? And, why the pressure to decide on this, like now?’

In the corner, the Sun, Mercury and Neptune are still drinking- and still oblivious.

Uranus has steam coming out of his ears and is looking menacing. Saturn and Jupiter have begun to blame each other, ‘I warned you about disciplining these kids more- they need far better boundaries that you gave them.’

‘Well, if you were home more when you said you’d be…’

‘I don’t see why I always have to play the bad cop…’

Pluto is now awake and angered…

…which is when Neptune pops another cork and turns the music up.

‘Let’s get this party started!’

Crisis averted.