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Creativity Portal Imagination Prompt: My Favorite Christmas Traditions


Over the years, playing games during the holidays have become a big deal in my family.

We put as much thought and have as much fun putting together our prize gift bags as we do with the rest of the festivities.

We make endless calls, send texts and look for the best candy, little presents and yes, lottery tickets – those prizes matter.

Our game of choice is Bingo and losing is as much fun as winning.

You’ve never seen people enjoy losing because we get to make fun of the winner and blame the person calling the numbers for being on the take.


One  year my brother in law won more then half the games we played.

We keep threatening to ban him from the game, but that would spoil the fun of picking on him, right?



One year I made a bag with play-doh, popcorn flavored Jelly Bellies and Peppermint flavored chapstick.

I really wanted to win that bag back, but my niece won it.

I know, I could go out and buy myself that stuff, but darn it- I wanted to get those numbers to line up, I wanted to yell BINGO


This year I picked out some cool prizes- I may have even out done myself.


All I know is, I forgot to buy actual presents- funny right?

That’s the point though- to have fun.

And I am.

I Didn’t See That One Coming


It was a small Funeral, there was a woman in black mourning clothes, the grave diggers, the Funeral Director and her receptionist and of course the Minister at the graveside.

The womn clutched a bunch of flowers at her chest and the top of her face was covered with a small black veil. Her hands were covered with soft grey leather gloves. The staff were solemn faced.

Before the Minister had a chance to open his bible the woman lifted her veil and said, ” He was not a good man. You realize that don’t you? He was executed by the State. He burned people alive. For fun.”

The Funeral Home staff had heard worse in their day.

So had the Minister.

” It’s up to God. ” The Minister said. ” His Soul will stand in judgment for what he did. We’re not here to judge him. ”

” God has nothing to do with this.”

The Minister shot the Funeral Director a nasty look, why didn’t she tell him that the Family weren’t religious?

” His soul isn’t going anywhere. Not without my say so.” The woman slammed the flowers down onto the top of the casket. She ripped the hat veil from her head and pulled the gloves from her hands. She waved her pearly white hoofs  at their faces. ” It’s mine damn it. It’s MINE!”


Daily Post Prompt: Missing

All Hail Santa



Santa lives in the North Pole- which is actually a Polar Desert, a wasteland if you will.

Seems like a miserable existence if you ask me.

If I had told the story, I’d have Santa living in a cave- instead of Reindeer his sled would be pulled by a team of giant Mastiffs and on Christmas Eve they’d explode from the darkness and up into the sky and Santa’s laugh wouldn’t be so jolly as it would sound like someone who had just escaped from, well, Hades.

Santa has a touch of the macabre on him- he knows what is in your heart and he rewards or punishes you for your deeds- with gifts.

He sneaks from roof top to roof top in the middle of the night looking for you so as to know get caught delivering his ‘rewards’ or you know bribes.

Don’t get me wrong, I sort of like that touch of darkness to the Claus- it makes him a little more interesting

I think those kids that scream bloody murder when they see the Mall Santas know the score.




Lucky for us all I didn’t come up with the Santa Story, lucky for some of us I haven’t ruined the Santa legend.


I’d rather wake up in the middle of the night and hear that thud on my roof, the sound of something quietly making it’s way into my house, and laughing maniacally to himself as he floats towards the tree with his little eyes ablaze because he knows what is in my heart.

Yes. He. Does.

Joy always tastes a little better with a dash of danger.


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