As of this moment, Ive sent out all the Christmas cards I had addresses and stamps for and e-mailed everyone in my AOL address book but my 1,171 Facebook friends would require another $526 worth of stamps so , in lieu of that- and with only 5 days left until Christmas - I am posting my annual yuletide letter here for everyone I missed. I wish you all the love and joy Ive been privileged to have in my life and thank you for a great Facebook year! Christmas 2014 Im supposed to be penning a new Christmas ode; Ive been doodling squiggles for hours, now my head and my bladder are set to explode as my interest in yuletide news sours. Please God, give me the words to finish this chore; Times Square will be lowering the ball with my ass in this chair, and my eyes on the floor What has happened? I still cant recall. I left my old job after fifteen-plus years; I had stayed far too long at the fair but, who knew, there was life after blood, sweat, and tears or that I could find work in fresh air? I was hired by the town, got a shirt and some clout and I smiled while I tallied the fees for your privilege to park, there cant be any doubt, I performed with the greatest of ease. I came out of that cave and stepped into the din of the pulsating heart of my town, reacquainted myself with the way life had been, long before what was up had come down. Still, I cant find the scissors, the tape, or the tags and I dont really feel like I care But why, under my eyes, are there numerous bags? Im not planning a trip anywhere. Yes. Im older than dirt but wiser than lust and, politically, never correct; Im rebellious, suspicious, reclusive, but just ~ its my old hippie roots, I suspect. Ebola and ISIS, Ferguson, wars, Kardashians, Cosby and twerking Ice bucket challenges, no time to pause; climate-changes and end-times are lurking. Elections, infections and faulty erections, depression has reached a new peak; after 50-odd years, pot defeated objections; we could all be much better next week! I live in the 60s and I have the right to deny anything threatening my spirit Im a great-grandma now who sleeps soundly at night if its wicked, faith wont let me fear it. Faith is my gift and Jesus, my friend, though Im not quite convinced of the reason; with love as my guide from beginning to end, I find comfort and joy in the season. So, nourish your wits, and powder your zits and celebrate all youve contrived If this was the year you were stuck in the pits, get a grip... at least you survived! Merry Christmas you Christians, you heathens, you Jews, republicans, democrats, convicts, teachers and preachers and makers of shoes and all of you struggling with conflicts, the grieving, the drunkards, the chronically hopeless; may Christmas be joyfully shocking the brilliant, the stupid, the ripped off and dope-less; may Santa Claus fill up your stocking. This is my letter and this is my gift ; if Ive failed to tickle your brain Two thousand fifteen will be likely as swift Ill be back here to try it again . PEACE, LOVE, and PASTRY. Avis
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 15:40:43 +0000
Trending Topics
© 2015