Editor's Note:

Welcome to the 2nd Anniversary Issue of CSR! By now, you regular readers know my baby likes exploding cigars and hates yogart icecream. It craves spigots in its canteen and makes cute little sounds when it sees someone walking over hot coals. Baby has an uncanny ability to turn the words of poets into a row team with a lisp in their maiden names. Issue Twenty Four is no exception. This month is filled with snowy photographs, along with muse-making art. Add to that, a group of clever poets, an intriguing music maker and one magical book review and you've got the possibility of a festive limp. Trust me, when you finish this issue you'll feel like a melody about landmines. Or he forget to include the tin soldiers in a row. Either way, this issue will hijack your interest with delights seldom found on a waterbed. So forget about your unslightly liposuction scares and get busy...