Xmas Story, Ho! Ho! Ha! Ha! I don't think so!

Merry Christmas if you view this on Christmas day! If not Hello it's the real world once again! Up and at em, hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work I go! Instead of HO-HO-HO!

If I remember my fairy tale correctly? Them Dwarfs, as in, Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs, or was it Sin Dad and the Seven Seas? As you age, even if you age good, or should it be gracefully? Your recollection of events may have gathered fog, as the days, years, dreams, books, imagination, KINDA seeps together, sadly so!

Them dejavu moments seem to happen more frequently. Like have I been in this hospital before? Then a lightning bolt of remembrance hits you and yep! Ya, been here before! Seems like yearly visits, of taking  vacationsl! Fer a split second all them hospital vacations run through the mind, dejavu of needle pricks while blood was taken, every blood pressure check. EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY OF YER BODY, purged, poked!

(Damn! I do lik-a, ramble... butt... I have to make myself clear, and it be their job at the hospital to make my body clear, then they clear a lot o money, and my insurance goes up! I hope I've made myself perfectly clear!!!)   ((It be a never ending battle of the sick, the dying, the dead and the brainless! DON'T know why I put these beautiful words here, but I did... OKAY!!))

I think I'mma, gonna, totally, turn er loose, on this Christmas day of 2012! By that I mean type the words exactly as they're heard coming out of my brain, no holds barred, sometimes I re-think what my brain thinks, befoe I type it. Also I'll leave the misspelled words in, such as befoe, in the sentence befoe this un! I wish to see iffa I can burn that spell checky person up, evidently one has a full time job in my modem, software, wherever, that little spell checky, fecker be!

Back to Snow White and her seven little people. DAMN, she must be a handful, if it takes seven little ones to cook, clean and take care of her! Oh wait, did she have seven kids? Maybe I recollect wrongly!! Won't be the first, nor, the last time, I assure you! Damn, she weren't married were she?

Oh my? If them weren't her children, then was she shacking up with seven little men, dwarfs, midgets?

Where does Sin Dad figure into this. If he sailed the seven seas, he weren't home very much! Oh now, I remember! He brung Snow White the seven dwarfs to make her happy! Yeah, yeah I'm on the right track because one of them dwarfs was named Happy! See, there was Grumpy, Big Little. I wonder what was big on him to make that give him that name? What are the other names, Goofy sounds right! Doc also sounds right.

STOP! STOP! STOP! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO ME TOO MUCH ANYMORE! I GET SLEEPY, I CANNOT CONTINUE, I GET GRUMPY. WHEN I BEGAN THIS POST I FELT A MITE HAPPY. I HAVE BEEN A MITE SNEEZY, RECENTLY, MUST BE CATCHING A COLD, SO I VISIT MY DOC, HE GAVE ME PILLS THAT MAKE ME FEEL DOPEY. I'M MAKING MYSELF SOMEWHAT BASHFUL, AT THE WORDS I'VE WRITTEN PERTAINING TO SNOW WHITE, I'M NOT INSINUATING ANYTHING MIND-YA. IN THIS DAY IF ANY WOMAN WAS LIVING WITH SEVEN DWARFS, MIDGETS, LITTLE PEOPLE, WHATEVER; THE CURRENT SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE WORD BE, FOR THE SEVEN LITTLE HORNY TOADS!

I must stop at this point I've to sleepy to continue. I shall finish when I have a saner, clearer, more rational mind, er not! I'm not sure that will ever be!

Clips... of Fools!

Dress Jimmy for Kinder Care
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Milk and coco puffs for breakfast
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Hugs and kisses all around
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Backpack, full of imagination
Gummy bears, and lollipops

First time, all alone
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Tears shed
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Who'll tie his shoes?
Gummy bears, and lollipops

So little, to be on his way
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Hold's head high, "I'm a big boy now!"
Gummy bears, and lollipops

First day goes well
Gummy bears, and lollipops

He's grown six inches, you feel!
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Many new friends, a big new world
Gummy bears, and lollipops

First grade, your little man
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Spiderman backpack, ahh! So cute!
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Little man growing too fast!
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Backpack so heavy
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Third grade already!
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Smarts growing, the sponge takes all in
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Loves to read, imagination's exploding
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Little man shuns kisses in public
Gummy bears, and lollipops

You always... will see, first day at Kinder Care
Fourth, fifth, sixth grade, how can it be!

Teenage years, girls!

Little Jimmy's grown

Children of his own

Generation, after generation, always time's a changing!

Is it meant to be, men in blue, Glocks a dangling?

Is this to come to your school?

Camouflage Humvees, driving the school's perimeter!

The law abiding ones, have their clips, safely, locked at home!

It be the fools, that always... have forever... fooled us! We've been fooled, too..... fooling..... long!!! We now must open our eyes and SEE, "THE CLIPS, FULL OF FOOLS, POINTING THE DOWNFALL, OF WHAT WAS ONCE... THE AMERICAN DREAM!!!"  OR... HAS IT ALL... BEEN A FOOLING/FUCKING FACADE?

TO WAKE UP, IS NOT EASY.... ONCE I WAS... ALL GUMMY BEARS AND LOLLIPOPS!!!

I ONCE BELIEVED IN SANTA CLAUS, FAITH AND MIRACLES

WE THE PEOPLE, SIT ON THE LOSING SIDE OF THE SCALES OF JUSTICE!

THERE HAS BEEN, WAY TOO MUCH SMOKE, FOR TOO LONG?

HOPEFULLY, ENLIGHTENMENT IS HERE, TO SAVE THE DAY?

WILL THERE BE ONE MIGHTY MOUSE?

BETTER BE MIGHTY FAST

THE 1% HAVE US ON THE ROPES, GASHED AND BLEEDING

THEY'RE WRINGING, THEIR HANDS IN CELEBRATORY DELIGHT

THIS VERY NIGHT!

GLORIA

GLORIA

Robert Garrett is an over 50 Truck Driver who works while the world sleeps. Preferring the peacefulness of the late evening to early morning where there is less traffic. The world slows down and that suits him fine. Most of his life has been spent in the hurry up and wait world. There, it seems, your heart always beats fast and every beat brings you ever closer to an early closure. High blood pressure thrives amid those feelings that have become normal in today’s manmade hectic schedules. Where it takes 5 minutes to find what you need at the store and 10 minutes in the speedy checkout line.

Bob comes to these hours quite by accident, filling in for a friend who needed a helping hand due to illness. Coincidentally, it was when The Comet Hale Bop was visible. Had he not been working at night he would probably not have taken the time to view the night sky. Bob did and became hooked. Every night he takes the time to gaze at the most magnificent sight. This Comet touches him to the core. He feels renewed. He and the universe are now one.

Bob’s friend recovers but, since Bob’s new passion for life continues he decides to stay on the night shift. Every night is new and exciting. He has learned how to relax and appreciate the little things that used to go unnoticed. Animals are everywhere but you must train yourself to look beyond the tunnel vision. They lie at the edge of the high beams. Coyotes and Foxes are the smartest. Possums are the slowest. Deer scare you the most because some appear to understand and wait while others jump right in your path.

Each season brings unique characteristics. Spring breaks free of the winter doldrums. Summer is warm nights with your windows down smelling the corn. Fall brings the first frost and Holiday feelings. Winter is snow cold and everyone’s favorite, Christmastime and the spirit of the season.

One night close to Christmas Bob made his early morning run as usual. Suddenly the radio springs to life causing poor old Bob to jump in the seat. Oh Holy Night was playing. Usually Bob listens to talk radio; however nothing that night held his interest. He was driving along, deep in thought, enjoying the simplicity of the nightly drive in ways he could not do when working days. Bob was caught up in the moment as it was his favorite version by John Berry. A young girl’s voice says “Just for you Bob Garrett.” He thinks to himself “Holly Night!” He immediately pulls off the two lane highway and walks around his truck trying to regain his composure. He leans on the fender opposite the highway and stares into the heavens at the beautiful moonless night. The stars seem to shine brighter than ever. He feels so small, warmth and peace spreads through his body.

It is 3 A M. Lights begin popping on one at a time out of the darkness; Christmas lights. They are stretched around 3 trees and continue up a hill highlighting a small house and going up to the roof where a beautiful golden star shines. In front of the house a young blonde haired girl with big blue eyes is visible as if a spot light was shining on her. This young girl was perhaps 200 feet away yet Bob could see her mouth move as she says “Merry Christmas Bob, may God bless.” It was the voice off the radio. His knees buckle from underneath him. He tries to regain his balance as he sits down on the running board of his truck. He shakes his head and looks up at the night sky; one star is shining brighter than the others. Bob begins crying as he stares steadily at the one star. He looks back to where the house was, but it had vanished. He stares in disbelief. Totally shaken, he gets back into his truck. He starts and backs the truck up. There is a lane and he maneuvers his truck so that lights shine directly where the house stood only moments ago. There was absolutely nothing but a field of corn stubble where the field had been harvested.

The next morning, Bob wakes up convinced it was a dream. He never has experienced such a vivid dream with so much emotional content. That night at work Randy his dispatcher asks

“Are you feeling okay Bob? You did not speak or acknowledge me in any manner as you left this morning.”

“Yes I’m fine, thanks for asking though” Bob answers.

He begins his regular route and focuses on the job at hand, blocking out what Randy said. Bob tries everything to keep his mind off the dream. Even his favorite late night talk show with a subject he normally would be totally interested in could not keep his mind occupied for long.

Later at home as he sleeps, the dream fills his mind once more. That same day in his own vehicle, he retraces his route of the night he experienced the unusual sighting, unable to convince himself it was only a dream. He finds the lane where he pulled his truck into to get a good look only to see an empty cornfield once again. He spots large tire tracks. A feeling of relief followed by confusion runs almost simultaneously through his body as cold chills sweep through his body.

Saturday night he tries to rest but only sleeps for brief periods of time. His dreams are filled with bits and pieces of the little blonde haired girl. He remembers there is a church close to where the house should have been that night he saw the lights. It is a large red brick church with a graveyard as all the older churches seem to have. He drives to the church, why he wasn’t sure, it was simply something he had to do.

There are no cars in the parking lot. Bob gets out of his car and is drawn to the small graveyard. He slowly walks around and stops at a small tombstone with a star and an angel on it. Between an Angel and a Star it simply read “Gloria”. Bob was deep in thought and full of emotions attempting to make sense of his situation. He hears a voice say “Can I help you?” Bob was took a back believing he was all alone and glad that the voice was coming from behind, rather than well, you understand. After the other night anything seemed possible!

“Hi I’m the Pastor here, can I be of assistance to you?” Handshakes and pleasantries are exchanged.

Bob begins, “Perhaps you can, may I please tell you about a most peculiar incident from the other night.” that continues to baffle me? The Pastor motions “Let’s go inside where we will be more comfortable, there is a bit of chill in the air.” After seeing the small headstone and the Pastor he knows he is about to find out the secret he is looking for.

They take a seat in the front. It is your typical old fashion country church, immaculately kept, probably looks the same as it did when it was built.

“Please proceed” the Pastor says. Bob tells the Pastor the story with all of his emotions, nothing was spared. Both Bob and the Pastor had tears in their eyes as Bob concludes.

The Pastor says “That is a truly amazing story. Now I have much to tell you about your vision. Pastor Michael whom I just replaced retired and told me about a most precious child and that child is the one you speak of. Pastor Michael went in to great length about Gloria. He could not remember her last name and I believe that to be unimportant because everyone years ago knew her by her first name. That is how her father wished her to be remembered on her stone with simply an angel and a star. Her father believed that she was an Angel here on earth and surely is now a star in the heavens. Pastor Michael told me one day I would be questioned about Gloria. Seems he repeated the story countless times during the Holidays to strangers just as you in the same situation. You, Bob, are my first but; it will be a great pleasure to tell the story of Gloria to you.

Gloria was an ailing, little blonde haired, blue eyed girl that lived just down the road many years ago. Born with a bad heart, she lived to be 12 years old. Gloria and her family attended church here and people say she always had a smile. You could see her frail body was in pain but, you would never see it in her face; she was always smiling. She was the star of the Christmas play every year and always brought the people to their feet crying. She played the baby Jesus. Her favorite Christmas carol was Oh Holy Night; Bob felt warm from within. She touched everyone’s heart. Some say she was who she played in the Christmas play.

Gloria’s passion during the holidays was the church play and looking at the beautiful lights her father strung for her. Her father bundled her up in so many blankets she could barely move to keep her warm and they would sit in the car down the driveway so Gloria could enjoy her beautiful lights. He would sit with her until she fell asleep, only then would he carry her and put her to bed. She was unable to do much and he would not rob her of one of her few enjoyments. Gloria never complained and always smiled; that alone was what motivated her father and anyone she met.

Gloria’s last Christmas was out of this world. A frail Gloria carried in by her father. She was determined to play the baby Jesus one last time. Just her presence brought the church to an unprecedented level of excitement. The congregation was on their feet before the play began. Energy of the universe filled the country church. When the play began a golden light circled Gloria; she was glowing. The blonde haired, blue eye Angel was inside everyone’s heart. The spirit took control of the church. A golden light from heaven flowed through her

Gloria stepped out of the manger scene and the congregation witnessed a 12 year old Angel as she would look in heaven. This is what she would look like if her body had not been ravaged. Not one dry eye in the crowd, not one fussy child. Gloria led the church in her favorite Christmas song, Oh Holy Night. Gloria sings and it sounds as though 1,000 Angels were her choir. Everyone sways to the spirit with their arms stretched high above their heads, the power of the universe was being felt by all in this Church on Christmas Eve, a beautiful Angel singing, showing no signs of illness.

Suddenly a bright golden light shot through the roof of the church and hovered above Gloria. It penetrated her body and circled throughout the congregation and back through the roof. Gloria was in Heaven.

The tears were tears of joy, not sadness as they witnessed her going home.

Pastor Michael says a prayer and shakes Bob’s hand.

Every year the story of Gloria is repeated and I suspect it always will!

A SMILE IS CONTAGIOUS

LOVE LAST FOREVER

WE SEARCH FOR ANSWERS

FOLLOW YOUR HEART

A CHRISTMAS STORY

IN MY DREAMS!

I fly, oh so high, I touch the moon, of the midnight sky

Daytime finds me riding currents high, pain cannot get to me, from the world below

The Grand Canyon, more Grandeur, than the river ride of summer, years ago

The Pyramids, such an undertaking, answers, explained

I view the depth's of the world's oceans, see first hand what no man's??

Good and evil exist, battling, forever

Odds, evenly stacked

More, more, so much more

I would die... to die... within my DREAMS!!!

SOMETHING, FROM NOTHING, COMES FROM NO WHERE, RINGING CLEAR, AS THE COOL STARRY NIGHT OF THE PRE-DAWN, DAY BEFORE, THE DAY, BEFORE THE DAY, BEFORE CHRISTMAS.

I'll write myself into a good mood... nah!

Hello from my house to yours. It be a cold 29 degrees here. The wind be whirling away with a vengeance! Snow be stinging away at any unprotected part of your skin. HELLO... winter be here, and it's a letting us know it! Brrrr... I hate winter! Well not all of winter, just this part. Every year I bust my buttocks on ice! Would make for a laugh if you're not the one, going down, but my achy breaky back, can't take much more of this!

My goal was, to not be out and about making deliveries in all kinds of weather. I ain't the Post Office, I can't afford the deficit, only a government can afford that! (Oops how sad, that be us!)

I been in a down mood sorry! I shall try to write myself out of it!

Christmas be the time to go crazy! Spend, spend, spend, charge, charge, charge, why should we be any different than our government! So we the taxpayers pay back 40 cents to every dollar borrowed, that's the way Democracy works right? Them poor bankers, they need the money DON'T THEY? 

That Federal Reserve is right handy! If there ain't enough money! They just fire up the presses! Lordy, it sure is a fine thing! We'll never run out o money, as long as we have trees! Man oh man! I wonder who was the brillant man, who thunk of this? Trillions in debt, TURN UP THE PRESSES! "THE AMERICAN WAY!" 

I can't figure out why there worried about a Financial Cliff? Sheesh... can't the Federal Reserve print, Uncle Sam some more! At only 40 cents to the dollar who cares? ((((OBVIOUSLY NOBODY!!!))))

Hey we voted these fine representatives from only the best colleges in!
What we must figure out now, is what the hell happened to them on the way to Washington!

I know! I know! "ALIENS" Zapped them Ivy League brains! Laugh at me will ya? Makes about as much sense as anything else!

Who be them Lobbyist, I hear so much about? Be they any relation to WE? As in "WE THE PEOPLE!"

I been a thinkin upon this! Yes I have! After much pondering with the help of Billy Bob, Ray Earl and some others that dropped by unexpected, with buck deers tied to their Dodge Rams four wheel drives, and a bed full of Budweiser. (Damn... I do ramble don't I?)

Monday morning after we woke up from our drunken stupor, of thinkin, and drinkin, we found notes on this subject.

I know, hard to imagine one of my cousins could write! The unanimous verdict, verified by X's. There was one signed Henry/Henrietta, Bob/Bernadette, we're not sure whether this cousin is a boy/girl, seems to change, so we just go along with whatever.... that particular, day you know, after all cousins are cousins!

The question is. Are those Lobbyist any relation to us like cousins, removed?

We spent about a day and many cases of beer, trying to get all the BOOBS, sorry Bobs, to understand what a Lobbyist is!

Somebody summed it up best for us in words we could understand, ~!@#$%^&*()_+~!@#$%^&*()-sons-a-bitches!!!! Whoever it was got a beer can clinging ovation!

The most important point made was this. Them Lobbyist appear to be former Politicians. Once... every one.... understood.... this point... it be unanimous! "AIN'T NO FORMER POLITICIAN IN WASHINGTON, GONNA UNDERSTAND WE THE PEOPLE!!!" Oh!Oh!Oh!, And they most certainly ain't no kin to us! Goodnight

Too much... to think upon!

Body creaks... groans... age... HUH! Mind, once in a while is clear! Mostly a patchy fog, proceed at your own risk! Do they have signs warning of fog? If they do, I would see the fog sign plastered against the windshield of my Chevrolet Venture Van, as I'm go over the cliff!!!

Do you ever tire, of trying? Want to say to life. Hey... "I've had enough, if you want me, here I am!" Take my heart, soul, body, I'm done with it! Body's no longer worth the pain, only more... to look forward too! Don't make the tomorrows, hardly seem worth it, any more!

AH! The mind... a lengthy never ending subject. If not for the mind and the ability to keep chugging away, after the boiler, of my train has gone... ka-put! (That be dead!)

I reckon... as long as there is a little... "I think I can left!" I'm too dumb to lay down, and not get up!

Horses have enough horse sense to do that! So I've heard!

Every since I can remember my mind's, a teeter tooter, I'm both ends! What I really want, is to be the middle! Sure seems... right nice, right now!

Can I ask a question of my friends? Does the mind affect and control the aches and pains of the physical body?

OR does the aches and pains control the mind?

OR is it a combination?

Does the heaviness of the heart, and weight of the soul, figure into this equation?

I TIRE OF BEING TIRED! IF NOT FOR A TAD OF HOPE, AND MY NIGHTLY DREAMS, I'D JUST AS SOON FADE AWAY!      Goodnight!

Searching for answers, that never come!

Its so late into Sunday night, actually early AM, before people start going to work. December 17, almost Christmas. I'm not in a Christmas mood, call me Scrooge if ya want. The luster of the season has deteriorated with age. The magic's gone, so what's left. The mad dash of Black Friday is foreign to me! The cash registers a ringing, the credit card/debit machine a beeping. AH! The joy of the holidays, ringing and beeping for the retailers. We must keep them big box stores coming soon, to every nook and cranny of America.

The older I am, the more tired, more frustrated, more impatient, I become... of everything!

Soon the world will be coming to an end! Soon plagues of biblical proportions will come! Soon zombies will eat your flesh! Soon tidal waves, earthquakes, volcanoes, the sun will emit solar flares and fry our electronics and so on and so forth!!!! The bad news never stops does it? All these things I've mentioned sells movies and books. Well la-de-da!

Where is this headed I haven't the foggiest idea! There has always been the good the bad and the ugly, hasn't there?

We must survive, we know nothing else! Survival... the natural force, of all living things. Creation, evolution, I don't care! How does believing in either help you pay your bills.

The big bang, brings everything! God gives us everything! Scholarly ones know everything! I'm so glad! Physicist, Theologians, to my uncle Phyl and uncle Theo. Only difference between my uncles and the Physicist and Theologians all think, but my uncles tell good stories at family gatherings, where the Scholars sell books, fill churches, live off others. My uncles do menial work to earn their keep!

DAMN!!! I WISH I COULD LASSO SOME KNOWLEDGE, OR WHAT I WANT TO SAY! I'LL CONTINUE UNTIL I FALL ASLEEP OR BORE YOU TO DEATH. (One day soon it all will end! At least we'll all be equal then, or not!)

That good, the bad and the ugly thing! We have to have the good or the bad, least Star Wars, Religion, Wars, Politics make little sense. I'm a rambler, a Searcher, a searching for that tad o sense! I don't know it all, I search, I think, therefore I'm me! (That's a terrifying thought!)

For some unknown reason I find the love O words my new hobby, most... satisfying, as I approach the final rung of my ladder. What lies at the end of that ladder, some, they seem to have it all figured out! I applaud you, I really do! YOU FIGURED IT OUT, NOW YOU HAVE PEACE OF MIND!

I continually search for my little piece of mind, to place it back, before I lost it! Please ride with me in "Search Of!" It will be a hoot! No! No! Not like the wisdom of an owl! It be like ring around the rosie, where it stops, NOBODY KNOWS, FER SURE IT AIN'T ME!

We live... we do are best... we are... survivors! Why? Feck... I don't know! To think, to write, to raise children, to work, to cry, to laugh, pleasure, satisfaction, accomplishments, a never ending list!     

I DON'T THINK WE'LL EVER FIND THE ANSWERS, BECAUSE THE ANSWERS ARE NOT THERE!

OR THE ANSWERS ARE SO SIMPLE, WE CANNOT SEE THE ANSWERS THROUGH THE SCHOLARS! (That's kinda cute!)

There's nothing better than individuality! We need not understand, agree, with others feck, I don't agree with NOBODY! I disagree with myself most of the time! I don't like whom I am most of the time, nor what I be a thinkin, I KEEP ON A SEARCHING, SEARCHING BE THE FUN, THE PLEASURE TO THIS HERE THEORETICAL LIFE OF OURS!

DO I HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT FER YA! THINK PUZZLE, USED TO BE, BEFORE ELECTRONIC, GIZMO, APP MANIA HIT. PEOPLE LOVED PUTTING A PUZZLE TOGETHER.

"How many piece puzzle!"

YER MISSING THE POINT, IF THERE IS ONE!

WE'RE THE BIGGEST PUZZLE, THERE'S EVER BEEN!!! Goodnight my friends thanks fer spending some rambling time with yer old pal Glen.