My Bones Are Deathly Quiet


My Granddaughter looks the way my blog feels.

I am trying to think happy thoughts because it’s Christmas and this is the season of peace and love and the celebration of life an love. However, this merriest of seasons is killing my blog  because I am NOT inspired by any of these things to write one letter, not a sentence let alone a paragraph.

I guess I could repost the story I wrote when I was 10 years old about Santa’s Reindeers catching rabies and flying him into a dark forest in Transylvania where they all get turned into Werewolves and Vampires and  in the end they all fly off into the night ( Santa doesn’t need the sleigh to fly around anymore because he’s a vampire ) looking for more then cookies and carrots to fill their grumbling tummies.

Sidenote- I got put on bathroom cleaning duties for that one. It wasn’t one of my finer moments in Elementary school. My teacher who gave me the assignment  called me Unchristian and suggested I start attending church so that I could learn to be  a better person.

I told her I went to Saint Pius and she snorted. Seriously. She sucked snot and then punished me.

On the other hand, it was a fun story. And my family loved it. I’m just not sure what to do to wake my bones up. Maybe a little Christmas mayhem will do the trick.