Dashing through the snow on a bright red sled he goes carrying a sackful of berries to everyone he knows. Fa la la la la! Fa la la la la! He’s flying through the trees past sparkling evergreens to all the deer little girls and boys in their Christmas dreams. Fa la la la la! Fa la la la la! Fresh snowfall on the ground Christmas day is here deer families celebrating wishing to all good cheer! Fa la la la la! Fa la la la la...
A young woman in faded jeans, a tattered sweater, holding a baby on her hip, walked into the local community center. She made her way down the narrow hall and into the tiny office where two women were sitting, chatting and drinking coffee. The office manager was at her desk and the other lady was sitting across from her next to the window. When the young woman approached, the manager said, “Hello, how can we help you?” Th...
I’d known Martin for over thirty years, since I was a boy, in fact. He has always been like an uncle to me. There is no blood relation between us; he just kind of took me under his wing, so to speak. Perhaps I should explain. I live in a small village, Altham, in the county of Kent, England. Having moved here with my mother shortly after my father died. I was ten at the time. My father worked for the financial sector in L...
“Damn!” I was driving home from Ottawa University when the car ahead of me fishtailed, then slid off the icy road and disappeared down the shoulder towards the trees. I pulled my foot off the gas, pumped the brakes, and finally came to a stop. Jumping out of the car, I ran back through the driving snow to the skid marks, which were already starting to fill in. I slithered awkwardly down the slope and to the tree where the...
You think Christmas is only for children? That's what old Jim Hadfield thought too and as he was to discover, it is simply a matter of never losing sight of what Christmas intrinsically means and what magic exists still, in those remote places holed-up between fantasy and reality, hope and disillusionment. Jim dreamed - just like everyone else. He dreamed of bygone days when he would leap from his bed Ch...
Merry Christmas to you all How festive are you feeling? Are you enjoying the Christmas lights, and decorations on the ceiling? Did you wake up bright and early, and rush out your bedroom door? Or did you drink too much last night, and wake up on the floor? Whatever your current condition you must enjoy the festive cheer For those of you with hangovers Just have another beer. Eat, drink and be merry indulge in those...
This shredder is actually a long- term friend and bandmate of mine named Bruce. He doesn’t describe himself as a shredder but rather a good hack. I have used artistic license to call him a shredder instead because it is not so complimentary to call someone a hack. He has played in numerous alternative campus rock pop-punk bands. Once, at Christmas time, his band was asked to play a Christmas carol. They came on stage. Th...
Santa gave out a big a whackright after an elf squeezed his sack!The elf had no reasonbut it’s Christmas seasonso Santa just cut him some slack.(He squeezed Santa’s toy sack. Delicate, breakable stuff in there. But Santa was a good egg about it.) Santa loves flying his sleighbut misses his wife when away.When Christmas is overhe calls her right overand gives her a big Christmas lei.(He grabs one in Honolulu after enjoying...
Stupid. Just stupid. The sun was setting; dusk hung like a cloak over the Coconino National Forest. I had a scotch pine tree on my right shoulder, my left hand held our seven-year-old daughter’s hand, and the lovely Mrs. L carried our three-year-old in her arms. We were walking downhill from the tree cutting area and had no clue how much farther we had to walk. All I could think was “I don’t want to be walking this road i...
The beauty of Christmas is in her eyes,Sparkling and twinkling and saucer-sized. The love of Christmas is in her heart,Laughing and giggling with kind remarks. The joy of people, on this special day,Who honor the Savior and His true Way, Warming hearts of man, woman, and child,All grievances reconciled. Step up, young men! Be strong in your Faith!'Tis the Creator who put Christmas on your plate.But it's your true love's...
Well, I wrote the followin’ song for my cousin as a Christmas gift. She got kinda mad at me when I told her instead a payin’ the cemetery folk to put blankets on her mom and daddy’s grave to make ‘em easier to find in the snow, we could just drive big sticks into the ground. She’s gonna be buried with them, and she worried ‘bout how I might tend her grave if she went first. So I wrote this little song ta comfort her while...
This night I write, Dear Santa Claus, Please do this for me, just because I love my fellow man this year, I see, A little bit more than presents for me. Don’t bring me presents for Christmas this year, Don’t bring me kindness or bundles of cheer, Give all my gifts to those in need, And let your gift to me be a good deed. Take all my sweaters to ol’ Good Will, Take all the toys to the poorer ones still. Bring your soul...
A carpet of frozen snowflakes doth lieAmong the grass, icy dew dissolves,The fractals, each one unique and fleetingColours, a prism in which the light evolves A little bird, ‘gainst a thorn his breast yieldsHark! His winter song, his feathers are rentBlood from his heart, soak’d that we may seeOn crimson path, the winter – heaven sent Nought but the silence of the night descendsThe passing of the solstice, the shortest da...
As the fallen leaves swirl in the street anda northern wind blows tis the season.Once again it's the season of "brotherly love." Santa helpers ringing their bells and wishingone and all a Merry Christmas.The local children pressing hopeful faces atthe Olde Toy Shoppe, watching the displays knowing only good thoughts and deeds.Parents hustling about loaded with packagestheir thoughts of a grand Christmas for all.Sarah and...
Dedicated to my precious cousin, an IBS sufferer, without whom I would never have the keen appreciation that I do for my own regularity.***An IBS Christmas***It probably does seem myopicjuxtaposing this bad topicwith icons of Christmas cheer and joy.But I am not a boorish blokeand IBS is not a joke.I wish to raise awareness, not annoy.When peristaltic ebbs and flowsthat do affect both core and noseinduce a life of restric...
