Peace on Earth
Three millennia had passed since the first Christmas. The old pagan gods of war were long forgotten. Only the rocks and a few bristle-cone pines could reflect back on that horrific history entire, from the lonely birth of an unknown babe, to the great Pax Humana.
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Gift of the Magi
They were newlyweds, and poor in all but love. For the first year, that was enough.
For the second, a tightness came to her face, and he looked a bit less elegant, with his thrice turned cuffs. He looked a bit pathetic, going from one place of business to another looking for work after he lost his job at the bank.
She smiled less and they stopped talking of having children, having them soon, anyway. He made due with patched shoes and shiny, threadbare suits. She mended her dresses and tried to be patient with staying home every night of the week and week-ends too, when they used to dance four nights of the week and dine out three before they were married.
All that remained of his former affluency was his heavy gold watch, the pride of his family for generations. Even in his impoverished state, he was always reassured when he pulled it out, hefted it in his hand, the ever true timekeeper. Somehow, it made him feel a little better.
Christmas Candy
They were very poor. The mother worked very hard, but somehow there was never enough food for the little girl, let alone the mother.
Even the rats and roaches that tormented their first months in the shabby room had left them alone now, for there was nothing in the house to eat.
The mother looked at her child’s hunger-drawn face, and felt despair at ever having enough to fill out those cheeks, bring light to those beautiful eyes. She herself had not had a real meal in over a year. And now it was Christmas, and she had no job, and no food, and they were starving.
Story of the Magic Snowman
It was the first real snowfall of the year, one that stuck and piled up drifts. It had snowed for three days straight, deep and firm snow, the kind that packed easily and made good snowballs and igloos. The snowplow raised four-foot ramparts on both sides of the streets, instant forts for children to defend, mountains to brave, great walls of China to explore.
The Babsley twins, looking like panda bears in their goose-down filled snowsuits, toddled after their sister Belinda. She was older by 2 and one half years. She was their idol, they adored her and followed her everywhere.
“Well, if you babies must come with me, then try to keep up. We will miss all the best coasting.” she exhorted the mightily struggling mites, who ran as fast as their chubby, padded legs could go to match Belinda’s pace.
Ice and Snowman Cometh
Little Bobby was so excited he couldn’t even shut his eyes, let alone sleep. The sounds of the night were muffled by the falling snow outside his bedroom window. The silent night was broken only by the soft, sweet breathing of his little brother and baby sister, her crib pushed into their room to make way for uncles, aunts and cousins in the nursery.
Bobby clutched his Teddy tightly, and strained his ears for a jingle of sleigh-bells, a tread of hooves on the roof, a rush and rustle in the chimney stack.
Only this week, that bad boy Danny Rawls had been teasing him and taunting that there was no Santa, that Santa was a lie. But Bobby refused to believe Mommy would tell him such a fib. Santa was too good, too generous, to beautiful and wonderful not to exist.
The young pine tree stood holding his branches out as if in supplication. Indeed, he was soundlessly praying, if a tree can be said to do so, to whatever gods or druids or faeries to which a pine tree would pray. He was praying the harvesters would reach his rank and row today, tomorrow at the latest.
For it is the week before Christmas, and unless he is taken quickly, he will be too late for this season. Perhaps he might have too propitious a Spring and Summer, with much sun and rain and life-giving humus. Then he might grow too large to be considered quite suitable for a Christmas tree. His pith sank at the thought, and he pushed it away and continued his matins to the pine tree Jesus, or Buddha, or Allah- to whatever the wood-folk present their heart-wood’s desire.
THis all ties in with the Weinstein moment, where we find that most Hollywood powerful players are sexual predators. The people who have been denigrating and insulting normal Americans for at least since WWII are the biggest perverts and abusers of children, women and young boys on the planet. Democrat politicians and their enabling leftist media types are being exposed as well.
The question has come up, can you still enjoy Woody Allen’s movies knowing he’s probably a child molester.
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the nevertrumper pantytwist squad has never been more useless or powerless. PDT has turned out to be more conservative than any president since Reagan, he’s naming conservative judges who will shape the judiciary for a generation, he’s killing regulations at a pace faster than obama (and bush2) could add them and now he’s been the leader for something the GOP has wanted to do since Reagan but has never been able to pull off, tax reform. He’s won the war against ISIS, he has China and Russia cooperated against the Norks, the stock market and the economy are roaring.
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You know why all you lefties insults about how crass and vulgar Trump is fall on deaf ears? Because we sent you guys 2 courtly and gentlemanly candidates in McCain and Romney. They would _never_ have resorted to the attacks Trump did against hillary. And you guys tore them apart with unfair, below the belt bullshit like dog-roof-gate and Romney cutting some kid’s hair and McCain being unable to work email etc.
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Poor Sarah Silverman, unfunny as she is unintelligent, her ‘cute young Jewish girl with a foul mouth’ schtick is getting old now that she’s getting long in the tooth, has gone full-on America-hating SJW leftwingnut loony in hopes of capturing a loyal, if not large, audience for her “comedy”.
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