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Goldens’ are wiling to do anything…gotta love them.

Christmas, Dog Christmas, Dog, Cute

Tigers at Christmas…a poem

beautiful tiger walking on snow covered ground during daytime

yes my little one
I mailed your Catmas letter to Santa
you’ll just have to wait
a few more days
to see if you get
the big empty box
you asked for

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One of my favorite things…trucks with Christmas trees…love them.

Christmas Pick Up Truck, Christmas Tree

OH, SNOWY NIGHT…sing to oh holey night…snicker, snicker, holey, get it?

Microphone, Boy, Studio, Screaming

oh snowy night
the stars are out there twinkling
but can’t be seen
‘cuz the clouds
are too thick

my brother’s sick
the dog just ate
our dinner
the tree fell over
my dad’s on the floor

my mom’s in tears
her laughter is contagious
I look around
and ask
is this outrageous

my
sister’s
pleased
another happy moment
the tree will get done
but we’ll have
to order out

oh night
of snow
oh niiiiiiiight
oh night
of snooooooow

 

Okay, so…

Life is short, no matter how you look at it.  Think how long forever is, then think about how long we live.   See?  Not long at all.  In the scheme of things, were like pulling kleenex out of a box, when you get to the end, another generations is gone. We fall like a house of cards.  And, it never stops.

Once we’re gone, a new generation moves into place.  It’s like a huge and never ending production line.  Like Lucy and Ethel in the chocolate factory but without the perks. When a generation is gone, so are their memories and experiences.  Forever.  The Great Depression is something we’ve all heard about, but even if we’ve read books on it, we can’t know what it felt like to get up one morning and find the banks closed and people jumping off of buildings.

No one will know what it’s like to be alive right now, once we’re all gone.  

Kids think about the 60’s and dress like hippies, but they don’t really get it.  Once all of us are gone, that will be gone as well, and they’ll believe they know what it was all about, when they can’t possibly know what it felt like to be part of it. Things ONLY exist in the moment they are happening.

It’s always like that.  It’s like that for every generation.  But here’s the thing…people always say, “We don’t learn from past mistakes.”  That’s because we didn’t make them.  We don’t even learn from the mistakes we do make, let alone the mistakes other people made. That’s why kid think their parents are insane when they say, “I don’t want you to make the same mistakes I did.”  What?  We’re here to make our own mistakes and can’t possibly identify with those made by others.  That’s why we’ll never change.  We all make the same mistakes over and over and over, just wearing different outfits and having different hair styles.

We live on a  Mobius Strip of insanity, going around and around, unable to get off of it, or even realize that we’re on it.  We’re  just repeating everything until the next group is up.  We can’t think like the people in the past and we can’t think like the people who will be in the future, if there is one.  We’re stuck right here, in this very moment, destroying everything, and we can’t stop what we’re doing, we just keep walking on the Strip that never ends, like good hamsters on our wheel.  And we spend our few moments of life killing everything, or letting idiots kill everything while we remain silent.

Look, I’m not saying that if past generations had the tech we do, that they wouldn’t have killed everything.  They just didn’t have the right equipment, or access to the entire world on a tiny screen.  Their dissatisfaction and hatred, their insanity and strangeness, was more localized. Besides, war wasn’t a money machine back then.  Greed wasn’t on the top of the menu, at least so much so that they noticed.

So, we’re all here for an itty, bitty, teeny, weeny, moment and we kill people and the environment, and make everyone suffer.  Or, we remain silent and let the bad things happen.  People write books,  take pictures, and write songs about all the terrible things that are happening to people and the environment.  They make money and get grants, on the suffering of others.  But not much they do seems to lighten the misery of those they highlight.   When a person is suffering, or afraid, hungry, brutalized, or freezing, every second seems like a year and the seconds do not stop.  While people in power talk about the issues, poor and hungry, terrified and cold people are living through that timeline without relief, or even hope.

I don’t know what to do to change anything.  I used to think there had to be ways to make the world a better place.  I still think that, and the way to do it is to make human beings extinct.  I think that’s the only answer there is.  Radical?  Not really.  I mean we’re already on that path.  We are more detached from each other all the time.  Nowadays people shop on line so they don’t have to see anyone at all.   Kids talk to the person next to them on their phones, instead of face to face.  Kids go to collage and watch their classes on their computers while sitting in bed.  We are becoming more and more desensitized and alienated from each other.  When that happens, we care less about what happens to others and concentrate on what’s happening to us.  Pretty soon, there are no others.

Holly just told me about a boy who died on a cement slab in one of The Orange One’s detention camps.  That’s how we take care of the children of the world in America now.  That’s what we have already become.  A sick child left to die on a cement slab, killed by our disgusting leader and the American people who have allowed this to happen.  How  hideous we have become.  From leaders of the world to killers of innocent children.  Doesn’t take long to fall.   People used to flea their counties to escape what we are doing to them here.

Where can American’s flee to?  Who would want us?

Funny, how it’s christmas time and people are going crazy over a FAKE  baby in a manger but no one is going crazy about a REAL boy laying dead on a cement slab in America.  Seven children have died in American custody.  SEVEN CHILDREN!  Maybe, if they had been a gods with an invisible fathers, or something, oh, wait, they killed him too, didn’t they.  That’s what you do when you’re a species of killers…you kill.   You kill love, hope, trust, peace, and the future of others.  That’s what killers do.  That’s what we all do, by letting the killers do it.

What’s with this stuff? Religious people might want to skip this…seriously, just move on.

Okay, so ANGELES WE HAVE HEARD ON HIGH?  Are the people hearing them high, or are the angels high?  I don’t get that part.  I don’t get a lot of things people say, or sing, during the holidays.  I don’t think anyone even knows what they’re saying, they just say things automatically, like all the stuff in hymnals and religious rites.  No one knows what it means but no one really cares either.  Just like in school, when you have to memorize things that are meaningless.

Someone will tell you it means angels are singing high up in the sky, or somewhere in the universe, but that’s insane, since there’s no sound in space, so they’d have to be close and some of the angles are nasty, so who wants to hear them anyway.  Maybe I don’t hear angels singing because I don’t believe in them.  I’m not sure.

People seem to need protection, while they’re here, and that protection is always invisible, unless you know some cool biker guys, like the ones who rescue kittens and stop bullies from hurting little kids.  Now those are things I believe in.  Not the invisible, pretend things who never do anything at all.  Why do people believe in invisible things in the first place?  Fear, I guess.  I’d be more afraid of hearing angels sing on high, than anything else, actually.

Now, if someone said cats were angles or other animals, I could believe that, but the definition would have to be laid out in front of me.

And what about SILENT NIGHT HOLY NIGHT.  Holy?  Really?  You have to believe in more strange and crazy things to go along with that stuff.  And why don’t people realize that not everyone believes in HOLY, since some men made that stuff up as well.  What IS holy and who defined it?  Some people believe in holy, heaven, and hell, but no one knows where those things are.  No maps appear in the Atlas.  Although some will swear they have visited, or are currently living in those places.  I guess everyone can be right, or everyone can be wrong, depends on your attitude.

I believe in Unicorns, although as a concept.  I don’t ask them for anything, or believe I’ll see them soon.  I don’t expect them to rescue me.  Nothing in the world is actually defined so that everyone can agree or understand the definition.  Most people think other people are crazy never realizing that if they had been born into a different family they would not be who they are now, and they would believe entirely different things BECAUSE NOTHING IS REAL AND WE MAKE IT ALL UP.  LOL  I try to remember that when I think about what religious people believe, the costumes they wear, the smoke they blow up the aisles and all the gold on their alters.  They believe a lot of things that astound me, like drinking a person blood and eating their body, even if it is a wafer.  How does that make any sense?  Wine and a cracker=magical transformation, which they don’t believe in.  Would you do that if someone you loved died?  Would you want anyone to do it to you after you were dead?  Who thinks of things like that?  Cannibals that’s who.

Everything is MALE, patriarchal and mean.  Poor Mary, shoved into an alcove on the side of the church when, in fact, none of their beliefs could have happened WITHOUT HER.  But, being female and, therefore, despised, she’s meaningless, and was just used for their evil plans.  Must have pissed all of them off that they couldn’t have birthed their own god and left women out of it entirely.  But I think even they knew they couldn’t get people to believe that, although, they did a good job with the virgin birth.  Too bad DNA testing wasn’t around.  How would Joseph and all the men have gotten out of that one?

Other religions are even crazier than the one’s we have here.  And every single one believes in invisible, made up things, and they are all run by men.  That should alert EVERYONE that something is wrong.

None of that took on me.  Even as a child, I used to watch people and think they were crazy. Putting handkerchiefs on their heads and kneeling and making gang signals with their hands.  No matter what kind of church I was in, I couldn’t believe that grown ups were doing the things they did.  I still don’t.

Christmas for me, is all about lights, presents, cookies and snowpeople.  It’s fun. No births, or magi.  Definitely not a camel in sight.  I do have a couple of sheep from a dime store (see above photo) manger my grandmother used to have.  I like sheep.  I think I have a camel too.  They’re made of chalk.  I threw the people away.  Magi?  Glorified rich guys AGAIN.  Trying to cash in on the bottom floor of their new man-made religion.  I think the shepherd just wanted the stable back for his sheep.  But I threw him away anyway.

See, MEN think EVERY LIVING THING SHOULD WORSHIP THEM, even other animals, you know, the ones they slaughter and eat, or use to carry heavy loads and work for them until they die.   Cuz that’s what male religions are all about.  Slavery to men.  Yeah, no.  I don’t think so.  Never in a million years.  But other people don’t feel the way I do.  I’m against slavery in all its forms.  I’m against brainwashing and conditioning.  The use of animals, who have no choices and the denigration of women.  Yeah, I hate all that stuff, so Frosty and Rudolph, hot chocolate and things like that are Christmas to me.

I’d steal all the animals and let them run free, or give them a good home with lots of food, pets and hugs.  I’d tell Joe to own up to being a father and stop acting all innocent.  I’d tell the wisemen to walk and give the camels a break.  I’d tell them about proper gifts, I don’t care what century it was and what their gifts meant at the time. She needed DIAPERS AND BIBS.

I saw a a picture of Santa, the other day.  He was on bended knee, with his red hat in his hand, looking at the baby in the manger.  Insane.  Absolutely silly and gross beyond belief. Poor Santa can’t even have a day to himself.  Pretty soon the reindeer will be bowing and scraping.

So, if you hear angels singing on high…you might want to keep it to yourself or, at the very least, be sure you can pass a drug test.

Dogs can sing too, you know, so here is: SANTA CLAUSE IS COMING TO TOWN, the canine version.

Dachshund, Rauhaardackel, Dog, Animal

you better not fight
you better not bite
you better not whine
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town

he’s making a list
I don’t think he knows
about your mom’s shoe
or that you ate half the hose
Santa Claus is coming to town

he sees you when your eating
he knows when you’re asleep
Santa’s really creepy
so don’t even make a peep

you better not fight
you better not bite
you better not whine
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming TOOOOOOOO TOWN

 

 

Oh Christmas Tree, OH CHRISTMAS TREE…the feline version…please sing along. Thank you, or Meow, basically…tey means the same thing.

Cat, Animal, Mammal, Portrait, Pet, Nature, Fur, Cute

I’ll bite the lights
and tangle things
and chew on strings
and ribbons
I’ll shred the bows
and goodness knows
how late the vet is open

I’ll climb your branches
one by one
break all the ornaments
that’s always fun
yes christmas tree
oh christmas tree
I hope you stay forever

she has her keys
her coat is on
I’m going for an x-ray
it’s not my first
won’t be my last
the blue thing
was delicious
but don’t you fret
dear little tree
you haven’t seen
the last of me
oh, christmas tree
oh, christmas treeeeeee
how lovely are your branches

Christmas time makes people do funny things…sometimes.

“So, your name is Noel?”

“That’s what I said.”

“It’s French, Noel, meaning Christmas Season, so you’re actually the Christmas Season, all year long.”

“Wow,” she said. “I never heard that one before.  Thanks.  I never met anyone like you before either.”

“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?” he asked, smiling.

“What do you think,” she growled, going back to her magazine.

“Who was that?” asked her friend, dropping her packages on the floor and raising her arm to order her usual.

“Some guy who knew what Noel meant.”

“Ah,” she said, unwinding her scarf.  “I got a lot done.  I don’t know why people order things on line,  It’s so much fun being around all the happy people.”

“You’re the only one who thinks people are happy.”

“So not true,” she laughed, thanking Bob for her coffee and cookies.  She watched him walk away.  “You know, I think Bob has possibilities.”

“What brought that on?” she asked, shoving her magazine into her bag.  “You’ve seen him practically everyday for over a year.”

She shrugged.  “He just seems cuter, or something.”

“It’s Christmas, that’s all.”

“I’m going to go over there an kiss him,” she said getting up.

“NO, WAIT!” shouted Noel, but it was too late.

“Bob.”

“Yes?  Something wrong with the cookies?”

“No, the cookies are fine, thank you.  I was wondering if it would be okay if I kissed you?”

Bob came around the counter, grabbed her hand, dragged her into the back room, pushed her against the wall and, well, you know…

“How was it?” asked Noel.

“Better than I expected,” grinned her friend.

“Now what?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” she sighed.  “Are you dating?”

“I hope so,” she laughed.  “He said he’s been crazy about me from the moment I walked through the front door.”

“But he never said anything?”

“He said he couldn’t. I’m a customer, but he was thinking of quitting, just so he could ask me out.”

“But what you just did in the back room was okay?”

“Hmmm.”

Bob came over to the table.  “Can I sit down?”

“Aren’t you working?” asked Noel.

“Not anymore,” he said, grinning broadly.  “I just got fired.”

“Oh, no!  I’m so sorry!” said her friend.

“Are you kidding?” he laughed, leaning toward her.  “You, or this job?  No contest.”

“Okay, three’s always a crowd, so I’ll leave you two…whatever you are…alone.  Talk to you tomorrow Annie.  Bye Bob.  Good luck.”

They kind of waved goodbye but they were looking at each other and didn’t really see her leave.

“Yo, Noel!” said a guy crossing the street.  “Sup?”

“Yo?  Sup?  And your parents paid for a college education.”

He stuck his tongue out at her.

“Oh, very adult,” she said, but she turned away so he wouldn’t see her laughing.

“You better watch out…” he sang.

“And I better not pout?” she asked.

“No, he said, you better watch out because you’re getting old and cranky.  You used to be FUN!”

She gasped, dropped her bag, made a snowball and threw it at him.

He sputtered and brushed off the snow with his hand.  “Never in the face.  You don’t want to mar my extraordinary beauty.”

She threw another one.

“Hey!” he said, shoving a handful of snow down her back.”

“COLD, COLD, COLD,” she yelled, jumping up and down.

“I can warm you up,” he said.  “You know I can.”

“How?  Do you have hot chocolate on you?”

“Don’t make me do it,” he said, his eyes sparkling.

“DON’T YOU DARE,” she said, shoving him as hard as she could.

“Will you come home with me?  If you say no, you know I’ll do it.”

“Your sister is in there making out with BOB!” she said, pointing at the cafe.

“Don’t care.  She’s all grown up, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“This is blackmail,” she said, stamping her foot.

“Don’t care about that either,” he snickered.  “I’m going start any second.”

“Fine,” she said, reaching for her bag.  “Do you have hot chocolate?”

“You know I do,” he said, putting his arm around her. “I even have marshmallows in the shape of tiny stars.”

“Were you really going to do it?” she asked, snuggling closer.

“Yes.  That’s how bad I want you.”

“You don’t even know all the words.”

“I do now.”

“I hate it when someone sings, The First Noel.”

“I know,” he said, kissing the top of her head.  “I know.”

“Can we put your Christmas tree up?”

“Anything you want,” he said, squeezing her.  “I bought new ornaments, just for you.”

“Wait. Doesn’t that mean you love me?”  she asked, stopping and turning toward him.

“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what it means,” he laughed.

She snuggled back under his arm and said, “It’s just this whole Christmas thing.  It’ll wear off in a week or two.”

“Whatever,” he snickered.

 

The perfect cat Christmas gift: an empty box…you really can’t go wrong…with an empty box (3 pictures)

Christmas, Gift, Cardboard, Red, Cat

 

Cat, Feline, Tabby, Box, Sleeping

 

Animal, Cat, Cardboard, Pet, Mieze

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