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.

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Christmas Tree

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.

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Turns out Calvin Coolidge’s enemies dug up photos of Silent Cal donning an full ceremonial headdress in 19something, proving his intent to return large sections of the U.S. back to the Indians.

Coolidge’s empty promises, much like Bill Clinton’s to gays in the military, were easily discarded once he was safely elected. The Indians finally got their revenge by investing in casinos and it was blackjack scalping the paleface instead of the Blackfoot.

Barack Hussein Obama is not the first U.S. candidate caught kissing up to minority blocs by wearing their ethnic costumes, and political sleaze slingers have been spreading photos of candidates for many years.
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Rumors are swirling about Huma Abedin, who goes everywhere with Hillary!, might be the Democrat front-runner’s scissor sister. This blog, of course, does not deal in innuendo and rumor.

Ok, this stuff is just too good to pass up:

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Finally, NASA does something worthwhile: blows up the moon

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