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What child is this…the feline version…please sing along (2 verses) Cats are really good at this. But cats are good at everything.

Rock Star, Singer, Singing

what child is this
who lays asleep
on Mary’s lap
so briefly
a sigh
escapes
the mother’s lips
the baby
wakes
She’s not sleepy

this, this
is the Goddess Bright
her aura glows
and lights up the night
joy joy
at last She’s born
The Goddess we all have
been waiting for

so bring Her kittens
and catnip mice
a feather
tied to a little
string
a blanket
warm
and a tinkling
bell
and a fuzzy ball
of Her liking

this, this
is the Goddess Bright
her aura glows
and lights up the night
joy joy
at last She’s born
The Goddess we all have
been waiting for

 

 

Some dogs just don’t get the whole hat thing…

Labrador Retriever, Santa, Christmas

Picture:Pixabay

Christmas love…Cats make everything better.

Kitten, New Year'S Eve

Picture from Pixabay

Santa…a short story

Image result for copyright free images of bad santa clauses

The once shinny mall had been closed for decades.  People, as well as other things, had long ago set up house inside the decaying shops and restaurants.

But at Christmas time, people worked to clean up the place and make it look a bit more presentable.  After all, everyone knows that Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year.  Besides, there were still a few children left in the surrounding area.  Presents, and I use the word loosely, were made or scavenged, and a chair was set up in the parking garage.  Someone painted reindeer on the walls.

Food, such as it was, was laid out on old newspapers and the Christmas countdown began.
The earth had been ravaged by one environmental disaster after another.  Insane leadership had made sure of that.  So people did the best they could with what they had, which wasn’t much, believe me.  They really had no one to blame but themselves, but it was Christmas and blame didn’t do anyone any good.

The volunteer Santa didn’t have the kind of lap anyone would want to sit on, so the children just stood in front of him and told him what they wanted.  Clean air, was at the top of almost all of their lists, followed by water.  They all wanted to see the sun and they wanted to have better things to eat.  They wanted to be able to go out more often and not be poisoned by radiation and they wanted cookies.  They wanted everyone to stop coughing and dying and they wanted to live long enough to grow up.

Santa, listened to each request, and tried not to cough until he fell over.  He told the children that he wished he could give them each one of the things they asked for but he didn’t know how.  He said that he was sorry.  Sorry for a lot of things.  But he told them that the one thing he could do, was tell them stories.  So, the children gathered around Santa’s chair and listened to tales of dogs and cats, beaches and baseball.  He old them about books and salad bars, of bottles of pop and water.  He told them about birds. He talked about families and doctors, contact lenses, and cars.  He told them about a lot of things and then he told the children to dream those things back into reality, if they could.  He told them to be better than past generations, more caring and thoughtful.  He told them to be kind.  He told them what went wrong.  He told them it might be too late.  He told them to love each other while they still could.  Then he smiled and sang Jingle Bells at the top of his damaged lungs.  The children joined in, and those who could, danced around, clapping and pounding their feet.

When the small fire burned down, and darkness started eating the light, the party ended, and everyone went back to wherever they were hiding.  Another Christmas was over.

Christmas is coming…that means scary Santa’s and strange gifts.

Nicholas, Children, Gifts, Christmas

It’s kind of strange to see kids get excited to get gifts from a weird guy in a red suit with a matching hat.  The above Santa is lacking a bit, when it comes to a bowl full of jelly.  If one looks at his levi’s and cowboy boots, one could only think that he actually rode a reindeer to this house.  I don’t think Santa had a pony tail either.  Still, the baby is hysterically happy and that’s what christmas is all about, right?  Personally, I hope he gives the baby the bear he has in his pocket.  I mean, it’s the right thing to do.  He’s a baby in a diaper, he should have a bear.

Hey, I’m just sayin’.

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This sweater was supposed to be an ornament, it was on a tiny hanger. I knew it would fit an art doll and it does.

I LOVE presents…

Presents, Gifts, Birthday, Wrapped

PRESENTS!  I love to give them and to receive them.  I love the boxes, the paper, and all the unknowns.  Presents are exciting and wonderful in every way.  They have to come from the heart, something thought about with laughter or love.  That’s the best part of a gift, the thought behind it.  It’s knowing that you found exactly what the other person would love to receive.  It’s getting something you’ve always wanted, even if you didn’t know it.

But nowadays, most people have stopped giving gifts.  Some just exchange gift cards, or give cash.  Life has changed so much, but I’m happy that when I was younger, presents were still something to look forward to giving and getting.  Something that made christmas special.

I think we’re losing a lot of what made life something to look forward to.  Today we get everything we want delivered overnight.  Birthdays and holidays don’t really mean anything anymore, since we buy whatever we want the second we want it.  I’m not saying that’s a bad thing.  I like having what I want, believe me.  It’s just that the sense of appreciation and anticipation seems to be gone.   The surprises of life have all but disappeared and with it, I think we’ve lost more than we know.

 

 

I know, I know…but…

Christmas, Abstract, Background

I was out playing yesterday.  It was nice outside, cloudy, but not windy or freezing.  Almost every store I went into was ready for Christmas, or in the decorating stage, and I have to be honest…I loved it.

I don’t like anything about thanksgiving.  The colors, the dead birds, what we did to the Native Americans.  It’s all horrific to me.  Because of that, I go directly from Halloween…to Christmas.

Anyway, it felt good seeing all the newly opened ornaments and trees, the fun snowpeople, Santa statues and reindeer…did I say trees?  I LOVE CHRISTMAS TREES.  I love the twinkle lights at night and all the ornaments.  I can’t help it.  I love Christmas.

 

So, while Christmas used to come AFTER thanksgiving, I don’t mind that nowadays, the fun comes before it.

Christmas…poem

Dog, Puppy, Pet, Animals, Christmas, Present, Gift

sparkles
glitter
bows
and
lights
speak
to
that
part
of
us
where
dreams
live
where
joy
and
wonder
stay
hidden
during
most
of
the
year
when
we
are
forced
to
put
those
things
away
and
live
in
the
dark
without
fairies
or
tinsel
or
gifts
and
freshly
baked
cookies
times
when
work
steals
our
thoughts
and
the
excitement
of
parties
is
tucked
into
a
drawer
marked
christmas
with
a
sticker
that
tells
us
DO
NOT
OPEN
UNTIL
NEXT
DECEMBER

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Merry, merry…

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