The Last of the Spirits

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On the day after Christmas, the first thing to pop into my head when I open my eyes is ” Now what. ”

Since October I’ve been writing with the long dark nights as inspiration- I’ve been channeling surfing on the radio ( yes, I use a radio ) listening for different takes on Christmas Carols, I’ve gone on line looking for holiday sweaters and when I walk my dog I look for places where I can take pictures of him with holiday decorations in the background.

Now all I have to look forward to is the Spring.

Spring is the time of year when there is too much light, I wear clothes that look awful on me because Spring colors are pale and pasty and trimmed with delicate things like lace or eensy weensy flowers and itsy bitsy buttons.

I am not a pasteley person who likes to wear prints with weensy flowers and stupid delicate buttons that whisper ‘ Spring ‘

When Spring rolls around the shadows roll back and I feel like exposed and clunky and out of place. When I see bottles of sunblock show up on store shelves I want to do what Scrooge suggested with a little twist:

“If I could work my will,” said Scrooge indignantly, “Every idiot who goes about with ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!”

Scrooge ” A Christmas Carol.”

I want to bury that bottle of Sunblock in the heart of the first person who babbles on about needing the Sun and how they don’t feel alive unless they’re out sweating under a bright blazing Sun and they break out their sunglasses to- funny enough – keep the Sun out of their eyes.

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The world after Christmas is a boring one.

Blah, blah, blah, I’ve been so cold, blah, blah, blah I hate the dark, whine, whine, whine , I need the Sun.

Not EVERBODY does.

So in our retail driven culture we now zip through holidays and with that we think we can zip through the Seasons too.

I think there’s an app for that now.

Devil take it all

I quit the Human Race.

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So now that I am bound to be forced into an early Spring, I guess that this year I will wear lots and lots of black. I’ll wear my sunglasses indoors and cry about all of this awful light and remind my Sun Worshipping Friends of all the diseases they can get from tanning themselves and how the Pharaoh Akhenaten worshipped the Sun too and how his people turned on him for it ( Ok, I played with the details a bit, but  it’s close enough to make my point ).

ahkenaten

I am a Spring Scrooge.

I have no use for soft breezes and sun dappled streams and sitting under an umbrella drinking coffee ( someone needs to explain that to me) when it’s 80 degrees out.

Keep Spring in your way- and here keep mine too. I don’t want it. And may you both end up looking like over done microwaved hot dogs.

Bah Humbug- Bah Humbug I say!

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Creativity Portal: Winter Writing Prompts : Group #4  Scrooge/Bah Humbug

Author: animar64

I write- the rest is filler

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