Activities are ramping up for our annual Christmas Holiday trip. During this time I will do some “best-of” posts–including some of my father’s from Christmases overseas in WWII.
A different twist on Stephen King’s “Under the Dome” idea. What if, one discovered their world was actually in a snow globe?
Idle minds were trouble’s workshop
Nothing good happened after 2 am
Extreme cold kept a lid on crime
Extreme heat caused crime to rise
If only everybody thought the same on every subject?
Wouldn’t living in snow globes be perfect?
Orchestrated micro-worlds, decorated with red ribbons
Swiss chalets and chopping woodmen–human-sized mini castles
Gingerbread cottages, carefully planned
to please the terminally nostalgic
Everything the same, every day for ever and ever
Nothing else seemed to work
Most wouldn’t notice differences at first
They’d be too busy with Holiday activities
Condensed calcite fell in faux snowstorms
as if by magic–timed for every Holiday season
Until, shaken snow globe earthquakes became more frequent
More earthquakes, more and more snow
“It was efflorescence, not snow!”
“It wasn’t cold enough to snow!”
Skeptics shouted, wizened to their controlled environment
loathed the falseness–Holidays became an insipid joke
Outside celebrations forbidden
Escapes inevitable, although futile
Freedom zones were anything but free
Charles Claus, in the Holiday spirit, sported a jaunty, Santa hat.
From out of the blue
Came, Charles Claus
A Christmas heron
To bring good wishes
For this Christmas
And, Christmases to come
To all creatures
Large and small
Hope for a prosperous
Healthy, Happy New Year
And, of course
A extra few fishes
Ring-a-ding, ring-a-ding, ding, ding go the Salvation Army bell-ringers.
What’s changed this Holiday Season?
Political punditry–the election ended yesterday. Today, the ashes are falling.
Political pundits do what they do best. Make claims and disappear till the next election.
Let the blame-games commence.
Enough about politics. A couple of years ago, I alluded to a warped version of the “Twelve Days Of Christmas.”
Here are more verses, in addition to, “Seven white-tailed deer,” “eleven discarded beer cans,” first and third verses–“a large front-yard hole, left by the utility company, where no hole used to be,” “Three decorated mailboxes.”
As for the rest of the song–there’s always next year.
It’s commonly held, that one has to know where they’ve been, to know where they’re going. An old post about a favorite sweater.
From a long line
As a teenager
On into adulthood
Favorited by me
There were so many
It became, at the very least
An obsession, or perhaps
Even stronger–a trademark
Or a talisman, that represented
The way life was supposed to be
To take my mind away from tomorrow’s special election–a diversion about spray clothing in a can.
From the lab
The latest thing
Since, spray on
For your nose
Spray on cheese
Ticks and fleas
Tans, in a can
Ready to wear
Clothes and underwear
Haute couture–If you dare!
Scattered snow skiffs
Everything took longer
By those so inclined
Old-timers called it
Slick ice–as if there were
Any other kind
Sad, when snow
Disappeared after dawn