Every Christmas, I write these little half-page exercise things. They don't usually tell a story...they're just like little poem things...bleh...anyway...here's one I wrote this year to pass the time...
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Here we are again.
Christmas came early this year. Across the darkened hills, thousands of red and green lights are scattered like tiny winks of pixie dust, or lovely glitter, or little colorful stars…like any number of things. They are lovely all the same. Lovely until you remember whatever you were trying to forget. Lovely when you let your mind focus on those winks of pixie dust or that rainbow of stars, and not on the hidden reality that you shut behind a curtain at every opportunity…or lock behind a door in your mind.
And what else? All the hustle and bustle of shopping, picking out the oh-so-special gift for your oh-so-special someone…don’t have one? Okay, that’s fine, why don’t you take one of these lovely Christmas angels and help someone in need? Are you in need? Just as well, you can donate your spare change to flood victims…No? Well, we hope you have a nice Christmas holiday. But let me ask you something? Are you just a Scrooge? Don’t you care about the millions starving on during this holiday season? Don’t you care? Is there something we can do to convince you to donate something? Don’t you get a warm fuzzy spot whenever you think about Christmas? Doesn’t Yuletide give you a glow? If it doesn’t…help give someone else that warm glow…would you? Ma’am…where are you going?
Lonely. Silence. Blankets of snow that cover everything, that hush the annoying noise of the marketed versions of the holidays, that block away the hidden troubles. Wishing you were somehow here again. Or wishing you would come for the first time. Or wishing you would leave forever. Wishing…wishing…and if wishes don’t come true, there’s no reason to hope. Right?
The rainbow of stars winks in agreement.
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Here we are again.
Christmas came early this year. Across the darkened hills, thousands of red and green lights are scattered like tiny winks of pixie dust, or lovely glitter, or little colorful stars…like any number of things. They are lovely all the same. Lovely until you remember whatever you were trying to forget. Lovely when you let your mind focus on those winks of pixie dust or that rainbow of stars, and not on the hidden reality that you shut behind a curtain at every opportunity…or lock behind a door in your mind.
And what else? All the hustle and bustle of shopping, picking out the oh-so-special gift for your oh-so-special someone…don’t have one? Okay, that’s fine, why don’t you take one of these lovely Christmas angels and help someone in need? Are you in need? Just as well, you can donate your spare change to flood victims…No? Well, we hope you have a nice Christmas holiday. But let me ask you something? Are you just a Scrooge? Don’t you care about the millions starving on during this holiday season? Don’t you care? Is there something we can do to convince you to donate something? Don’t you get a warm fuzzy spot whenever you think about Christmas? Doesn’t Yuletide give you a glow? If it doesn’t…help give someone else that warm glow…would you? Ma’am…where are you going?
Lonely. Silence. Blankets of snow that cover everything, that hush the annoying noise of the marketed versions of the holidays, that block away the hidden troubles. Wishing you were somehow here again. Or wishing you would come for the first time. Or wishing you would leave forever. Wishing…wishing…and if wishes don’t come true, there’s no reason to hope. Right?
The rainbow of stars winks in agreement.