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Random thoughts on Christmas

All the images of Christmas past run together like the mix for some sumptuous fruit cake, from which the crumbs will scatter memories, trivial and momentous, garnished by the flow of years. Each crumb falling, out of any natural sequence, so that youth ov...

The Gift

Times have changed but family is still family

The house stood at a high vista spot square with the cardinal points and with a clear view all around over the barbed wired fencing to pastures and other houses scattered across the landscape. The single story frame house was moved from its foundation jus...

Anonymous

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 a...

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The Bench

A young man learns that life isn't always what we have planned, but what we are given

Any time of year in the south is normally hot, but the summer I turned eighteen, was as if Hades himself had come up from his depths and brought with him the skin scorching, water vaporizing torment to lay to waste on our little South Carolina town. I rem...

The end of October was only a few days away and that meant so was the wedding of Carpenter and Holly. In Sinking Wells, the blacksmith known as Styles had just finished securing the packs on his mule."Kinda sorry to see ya go," the owner said."I have fami...

Permission

Survival is about giving yourself permission.

When I give, It's completely. My gifts never come with strings. I’m not one who keeps a ledger. When I give, I seek nothing in return. I give because,I’m me. I give because,I know what it’s like to be without. To cherish,But be ignored. To speak,But not b...

Gifts

I'm in charge, but I don't always do the right thing.

Everyone has a gift to give, we need to accept that,sometimes it's wrapped in shitty paper,but a gift just the same. If we peel the outer layer away,beneath the stained cover you often find, the true beauty and the real gift. Gifts wrapped in used toilet...

Good Intentions

A little girl's social conscience emerges on Christmas morning...and proves timing is everything.

"It's not what it looks like," she said. The girl’s parents stared in horror at what had, the night before, been a festive and lovingly arranged assortment of gifts under the tree. "But...but why?" Father reached down and examined a piece of shattered dol...

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Settling In

New starts can be tricky at any age

"It's not what it looks like," she said. "It's a cage—I hate it." "No, it isn’t a cage; it's better here than it was there." "I LIKED it there! Why did we have to leave?" "It was cramped. Here we have room, room to grow." "I don’t care! I wahhhnnnaagoooob...

Tell Me A Story

Give me your gift.

Reality is heavy  Duty is steep  Tell me a story  To help me sleep It doesn’t need a hero  A middle or an endJust start with the wordsAnd let us begin Give me fearAnd hate and painSometimes, cryingReleases the strain Make me laughAnd dance and singGet los...

Wasted Words

And once they're lost...

Is it possible to waste words  To have them fall from the sky  Like gifts  Perfect in their sacred  Profoundness  To feel the weight  Of their intensity  Grab at your heart  Coax tears  Create laughter  Take your hand  Lead you in the slowest of dances  E...

Christmas Eve 2064: Almost Everyone Gets the Right Gift

Christmas is eco-friendly, gift giving is a breeze, families are close, and almost all are happy.

“Daddy, he is soooooooo beautiful!” my eight-year-old daughter Susie cooed. He was. The magnificent white unicorn was on his hind legs. His long mane was flowing, embedded diamonds in his horn twinkled in the moonlight, and his whinnying was reverberating...