You Better Be Good For Goodness Sake

 

 

Dear Santa

Do kids write letters to you, or do they text you?

If they text you how do you know if they actually did the texting? Does spelling count? Where do you stand on emojis?

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For some reason I didn’t think there were electrical outlets at the North Pole.

Call me old fashioned, but  I think it’d be cheating if you used a electricity and had access to the internet. Plus, it creeps me out that you managed to get the dirt on me as a kid without the help of technology.

By the way.

My Mom and Satan say, ” Hi ”

 

 

Every year I like to goof off at the NORAD Tracks Santa site- I think it’s awesome.  Some of my friends don’t like it because they’re anti-war. I think  you should drop a dime on them and send Krampus to pay them a visit. I hate party poopers, don’t you?

 

This year I’d like to wake up on Christmas Morning and find that a ton of snow had fallen over night and I’d like a saucer sled and I’d like to switch on the news and hear that we’re being invaded by Martians- and if you could swing it, I’d like the Martians to look like this

because let’s face it, Five Million Years to Earth was the best Martians invade earth movie EVER.

Well Santa, I know how busy you are.

I hope my letter finds you in good health and that I get my Invasion from Mars and snow because if you want me to stay good it’s going to cost you Big Red.

You might see me when I’m sleeping, and you might know when I’m awake but I have GPS and Google.

Ho Ho Ho

Anita Marie

 

Our Random View Prompt:  Write A Letter To Santa

Beautifully Vicious

 

I am not a fan of the Spring

or Summer.

“How glorious it is!” cry the worshipers of the Sun.

All of that greenery and things growing and babies being born and things hatching from eggs.

 

Have you never seen a  Vampire movie? Seen a tic sucking blood from a dog, a leech stuck to someone’s leg?

That’s what the Spring does to the Earth, Summer is what is left after its sucked the life from everything around it.

Summer is an embalmed corpse in a casket.

” Look how natural she looks.” People say as they pass the dearly departed

 

No matter how you cut it, it’s still a dead body in a box and after Spring has its way Summer is the dried up formaldehyde filled remains of what the Earth  once was.

 

Autumn is the world taking a breath, taking a rest after being sucked dry, cooling down- it must be a relief after being mindlessly consumed like a tub full of over buttered theater popcorn by a bunch of greedy, grubby little creatures  with nothing else better to do then munch and lick their fingers greedily in the dark.

 

Winter is brutal- the cold, the ice, the dark the days when the Sun is blazing and no matter how long you stand under it you can’t get warm. The breath in your lungs turns to ice in your veins and I think the world is laughing its crust off.

 

Winter is my favorite time of the year.

 

It’s beautifully vicious, just like me.

 

 

Creativity Portal: Winter Writing Prompt#16

Merry Memories

 

Candle light

sparkling lights

dancing on the Christmas Tree

was it really that warm and golden

sweet to the eye, warm to the touch?

 

Home baked treats

hot drinks

food piled high on my plate

was it really that delicious

sweet to the eye, warm to the touch?

 

Music played soft

laughter as loud as bells

ringing through a dark cold night

sweet to the mind, warm to remember.

 

 

Our Random View: Christmas Food/Booze Shopping

 

Christmas #1’s at My Enduring Bones

 

The Christmas Number 1 in the UK is a very big deal.

So, I’m going to make it a big deal here at My Enduring Bones.

I hope you enjoy my picks, I know I did!

 

 

In Fashion 2016 was  all about

Men In Kilts!

In fine dining it was

Gelato From The Fainting Goat:

In Movies:

I couldn’t stop watching this- I was both horrified and entertained at the same time.

People Doing Stupid Things

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uS4S6lF4JYA