May this day forward find you much like the car above, renewed, bright and shiny in the love of Christ. Happy birthday Jesus! Merry Christmas to one and all.
(photo by me at the Fillmore Car Show, July 4 08)
Friday, December 25, 2009
Merry Christmas
May this day forward find you much like the car above, renewed, bright and shiny in the love of Christ. Happy birthday Jesus! Merry Christmas to one and all.
(photo by me at the Fillmore Car Show, July 4 08)
Monday, December 21, 2009
Egg Nog
As the car approaches the street it is bathed in the warm glow of Christmas lights strung on all the houses down the block. It is a beautiful display of the spirit and joy of the holidays. You can see Frosty on brilliant display beside Santa. A huge snowflake is centering a huge yard full of candles and peppermint canes and elves dressed in red and a flock of reindeer waiting to pull a sleigh. Lights are also strung over the roadway from house to house. Sounds of Christmas songs fill the air. This is gonna be great for the granddaughter.
The car parks in front of Frosty where a space has opened up by the leaving of another family. Grandpa gets out and goes to get his granddaughter out of her car seat. Her eyes are big with wonder and delight and her smile makes Grandpa's heart skip a beat. He remembers his son at this age. Same big eyes and smile. Grandpa wipes away a joyful and love filled tear. He lifts his 4 year old granddaughter into his arms. Closing the car door he turns to his wife and all three look up and down the street at the displays. Their faces are shining. Grandpa reaches for Grandma's hand. Life is good.
They spend the next hour examining the displays. The little girl giggled for almost the whole of it. The grandparents laughed and reminisced. The lights dazzled. The moving displays of all sorts went through their routines without fail. The night air cold and the night sky clear. No white Christmas in Southern California this year. At least this night.
The last two houses they visited were the most magnificent of them all. Besides the light displays they held something very special, personal involvement of the families that lived in them. The first house occupants dressed as the Holy Family with baby Jesus in the manger and live farm animals all around. Even the Three Wise Men stood in adoration. "Away in a Manger" played softly from strategically placed yard speakers. The young granddaughter clapped her small hands together and giggled with glee.
The final house had the usual light displays but they provided snacks and beverages. Most did not know how thirsty and hungry you get walking around being amazed and thrilled by the lights and sounds of Christmas. Or how far you have walked. Grandpa and Grandma get a paper cup of egg nog with cinnamon sprinkled onto the top while the granddaughter got a cup of cold milk and a chocolate chip cookie. The movie crowd really know how to celebrate Christmas.
Later, traveling back to Fillmore through Grimes Canyon to return the very tired girl back to her parents, Grandpa has a massive heart attack and dies behind the wheel. The car plunges down the embankment. All perish in the crash.
Four and a half months later the family serving drinks and snacks were arrested for murder. They were fanatical Muslim and the egg nog was spiked with poison. They managed to poison many that night.
Merry Christmas.
The car parks in front of Frosty where a space has opened up by the leaving of another family. Grandpa gets out and goes to get his granddaughter out of her car seat. Her eyes are big with wonder and delight and her smile makes Grandpa's heart skip a beat. He remembers his son at this age. Same big eyes and smile. Grandpa wipes away a joyful and love filled tear. He lifts his 4 year old granddaughter into his arms. Closing the car door he turns to his wife and all three look up and down the street at the displays. Their faces are shining. Grandpa reaches for Grandma's hand. Life is good.
They spend the next hour examining the displays. The little girl giggled for almost the whole of it. The grandparents laughed and reminisced. The lights dazzled. The moving displays of all sorts went through their routines without fail. The night air cold and the night sky clear. No white Christmas in Southern California this year. At least this night.
The last two houses they visited were the most magnificent of them all. Besides the light displays they held something very special, personal involvement of the families that lived in them. The first house occupants dressed as the Holy Family with baby Jesus in the manger and live farm animals all around. Even the Three Wise Men stood in adoration. "Away in a Manger" played softly from strategically placed yard speakers. The young granddaughter clapped her small hands together and giggled with glee.
The final house had the usual light displays but they provided snacks and beverages. Most did not know how thirsty and hungry you get walking around being amazed and thrilled by the lights and sounds of Christmas. Or how far you have walked. Grandpa and Grandma get a paper cup of egg nog with cinnamon sprinkled onto the top while the granddaughter got a cup of cold milk and a chocolate chip cookie. The movie crowd really know how to celebrate Christmas.
Later, traveling back to Fillmore through Grimes Canyon to return the very tired girl back to her parents, Grandpa has a massive heart attack and dies behind the wheel. The car plunges down the embankment. All perish in the crash.
Four and a half months later the family serving drinks and snacks were arrested for murder. They were fanatical Muslim and the egg nog was spiked with poison. They managed to poison many that night.
Merry Christmas.
Monday, December 14, 2009
The Parting
8:34
The little blue LED's of the clock showed the time.
8:34
Is that AM or PM?
8:34
A clock.
It is not my clock.
This is not my room.
To cold and damp.
And dark except for the glow.
From the clock.
My head hurts.
Really hurts.
Where am I?
My eyes adjust to the blue gloom.
Not much to see.
Bare floor.
Blank walls.
Single door in front of me.
No light escaping past the door.
Feet tied to the front legs of the chair.
Hands tied behind my back.
To the chair back as well.
My head hurts.
I'm tired.
8:34
How long have I been out?
8:34
My eyes adjust quickly now.
My head feels better.
I sweep the room with my eyes.
Blue gloom is all there is.
O!
A plate of food.
On a table right in front of me.
Close enough to lean over to eat.
With just my mouth.
Tiring. Rest.
8:34
Shake my head to release the cobwebs.
8:34
How is it the clock only shows 8:34?
I sweep the room again.
Table gone.
No food.
Try to see behind me.
Strain and strain.
Tiring.
8:34
Not again.
What day is it?
Who am I?
I sweep the room.
Table.
Food almost all eaten.
How?
I sweep my tongue across my lips.
Crumbs.
What is that?
A roach.
On the plate.
On the table.
The bug moves.
It jumps off the table.
It scurries across the floor.
To the door.
It squeezes under the door.
The cockroach is gone.
8:34
Why?
The little blue LED's of the clock showed the time.
8:34
Is that AM or PM?
8:34
A clock.
It is not my clock.
This is not my room.
To cold and damp.
And dark except for the glow.
From the clock.
My head hurts.
Really hurts.
Where am I?
My eyes adjust to the blue gloom.
Not much to see.
Bare floor.
Blank walls.
Single door in front of me.
No light escaping past the door.
Feet tied to the front legs of the chair.
Hands tied behind my back.
To the chair back as well.
My head hurts.
I'm tired.
8:34
How long have I been out?
8:34
My eyes adjust quickly now.
My head feels better.
I sweep the room with my eyes.
Blue gloom is all there is.
O!
A plate of food.
On a table right in front of me.
Close enough to lean over to eat.
With just my mouth.
Tiring. Rest.
8:34
Shake my head to release the cobwebs.
8:34
How is it the clock only shows 8:34?
I sweep the room again.
Table gone.
No food.
Try to see behind me.
Strain and strain.
Tiring.
8:34
Not again.
What day is it?
Who am I?
I sweep the room.
Table.
Food almost all eaten.
How?
I sweep my tongue across my lips.
Crumbs.
What is that?
A roach.
On the plate.
On the table.
The bug moves.
It jumps off the table.
It scurries across the floor.
To the door.
It squeezes under the door.
The cockroach is gone.
8:34
Why?
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