Hi my friends. Nice to see you again. If you have a habit of occasionally visiting this site, you’ve probably noticed that I haven’t been too busy writing. I guess this is so… but the holidays always seem to rekindle the embers of my imagination. What follows is the poem that was included as an insert for my Christmas card this year. I’ve also included a few of my other ramblings, which are presented for your amusement. Consider them a gift from me to you. Stash
Christmas Roulette
Santa asked me what I wanted for Christmas.
Was there something on my Amazon wish list?
“I don’t want anything.” was my reply.
A little present that I can bring…
A simple Christmas offering?
“Nope…there’s nothing.” I said with a sigh.
? On Christmas morning.…
To my astonishment, under the Christmas tree,
There wasn’t anything that was left for me!
I know Santa has a very busy holiday mission…but…
Who’d have thought he’d actually listen?!
Stash & Alexis
Carpe Diem
From his early teen years,
Harry wasn’t content with his weight.
He couldn’t accept his destiny…
He would not accept his fate,
Harry was always a little plump
Yes… he was a tad bit chubby.
But it was a pleasant roundness…
His wife still loved her chubby hubby.
Every Monday, Harry would start
The most current new fad diet.
If it was featured on the news,
He would optimistically try it.
Inevitably his efforts would fail.
Instead of losing, he’d always gain.
In sad and desperate despair,
Harry found eating helped ease his pain.
Up and down, up and down,
Harry’s weight rose and fell.
Every day was a challenge…
Every day was a personal hell.
Some people are meant to be slim.
For others, that’s just not their way.
Acceptance is ultimately the answer….
The choice is happiness over dismay.
But for Harry, he had to lose.
For all his life, he tried and tried.
Miserable, unhappy and hungry,
One day, he just up and died.
At the funeral, friends sent flowers.
There were sprays, bouquets and baskets.
And everyone there had to agree…
Harry looked surprisingly slim in his casket.
Stash
Winter Lies
Snow began to fall…
Much to my surprise.
I don’t believe the weatherman.
Because he always lies.
Stash
The Case For The Impeachment of Santa
Everyone knows of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, a holiday anthem of hope and Christmas redemption.
You all are aware of how the story goes. Little Rudolph is unique… possessing a quality very different from those of the other reindeer. It seems he has a bright shiny nose and because of this, he has no friends. He is jeered at and excluded from participating in the activities at which the other young deer play. He is a very lonely and sad little guy.
The song turns more upbeat when fog unexpectedly rolls in and threatens Santa’s annual mission. It is at this moment that Santa comes to Rudolph, asking Rudy to use his nose as a beacon to guide his sleigh.
The story ends “happily”, with Rudolph the hero, having saved Christmas for the world. Everyone loves him, as the other reindeer sing their praises of Rudy’s miraculous accomplishment.
Sorry my friends, but it is beyond me how holiday listeners can be so misguided in their affection for this universally misinterpreted Christmas carol.
In this song, it is very clear that little Rudolph is the victim of a life of prolonged and systematic reindeer abuse. The other reindeer taunt him and tease him mercilessly. They mock him and refuse to allow him to participate in any of the reindeer games. The only real game in town seems to have been the continual tormenting of little Rudolph. All of this because of his perceived physical disability.
Where was Santa, when all of this was happening?
If neglect is evidence of abuse, then Santa can certainly be found guilty. Ignorance of the cruel and merciless mistreatment of one of his weakest and most vulnerable charges is inexcusable. Yes, it is undeniable that dear Santa was benignly culpable in this wrongdoing.
You can almost overlook Santa’s ignorance of poor Rudolph’s plight. He is getting on in years… but sadly, Santa was also a user. The only time the old guy came to visit Rudolph was when there was something to gain by doing so. With weather conditions quickly deteriorating, a desperate Santa only now became aware of Rudolph’s unique ability.This is when Santa sought out Rudy in order to use his little deer’s gift for his own purposes.
As the story goes, Santa was successful in delivering his goodies and the song ends happily. But did it really? Was Rudolph’s momentary adulation long lasting or did it end as quickly as it began? I guess we’ll never know. You see, ever since that fateful evening, Rudolph has not again been seen. All letters of concern, addressed to Rudolph, return undelivered.To make matters worse, Santa himself has refused to testify as to the whereabouts of little Rudy. (A case for obstruction? H-m-m.)
My friends, I realize that this is the holiday season. So go ahead and listen to this sweet song about Rudolph and if you can, try to ignore the subtext of its darker message. As for Santa… it may finally be the time to hold this jolly old guy accountable for his lack of action and to finally start turning the slow wheels of Santa”s impeachment.
Stash
(P.S. Don’t get me started on Shel Silverstein’s book The Giving Tree, in which a greedy little boy takes and takes and takes from his hapless friend, the tree. I’ll save that for another occasion. Merry Hanukkah and Happy Christmas to you all. S)