Photo A.M. Moscoso
It’s December
it’s winter
it might snow
Let’s see a little magic
It’s December
it’s winter
I hope it snows
I want to hit the stage, be Houdini
and make some magic
It’s December
it’s winter
when it snows
I will write about it
and become magic, word by word
Daily Post Prompt: Protest
I have asked for some strange things for Christmas- Fiji Mermaids, Body Parts in Jars, one year I even asked for one of those Mutant Alien Babies with the pointy teeth and big eyes.
Nobody laughed and more or less, I got what I asked for.
One year I got practical and I asked for a new set of Gourmet Kitchen Knives and my family said, ” No really, what do you want for real?”
” Really. I want knives.” I said.
” Like scalpels or …”
” I have those. I have those coming out of my ears. I want new knives for the kitchen.”
” Oh Anita. You’re so funny.”
The Shrunken Heads showed up that year- but I did not find a single knife- and by Santa’s Beard I needed them.
This year though I have a tall order:
Photo L.S. Moscoso
Just in case you’re curious- its in Mexico and you can find it in the Pet Supply Section.
I also asked for a set of kitchen knives.
So it’s a sure thing that this amazing Horse and Rider in Bones is as good as mine and it will be:
THE BEST PRESENT EVER.
Our Random View: Writing Prompt #4 Best Christmas Present Ever
Is there a right way to celebrate Christmas?
Is it all about Jesus? Or is it all about Shopping, or is what the Pagans say it is all about or the Wiccans or Christians ?
Does it fit in a box, does it belong to anyone, is there a right way to do it? Why does everyone want to own or set the rules down for a holiday that everyone starts to bitch about before Thanksgiving even starts? From the sounds of it, people sound like they’d rather not have the Holidays show up at all.
During the winter I do a lot of writing and reading- I write stories and I want to hear them. I like to listen to Christmas Music and try new foods and engage in writing challenges ( it seems to come back to writing for me )
For the most part I enjoy my non-traditional ways to get into the Holiday Spirit.
But then the shaming starts- someone somewhere gets on a soap box and waves their bony little finger under our collective noses and reminds you when to shop, not to enjoy yourself too much because it’s all about Baby Jesus/The Goddess/Why do you do this at all there’s no such things as ” God “. According to these experts in the field, unless you do it right you have to- I don’t know, give it back or give it up or stand there in front of your Christmas Tree and say, ” I am so ashamed.”
So I celebrate Christmas quietly for fear of waking up the sleeping baby and set it to wailing.
That is my way of Celebrating the Christmas Season- I write and feast and enjoy my family and art and music.
It’s non-traditional and it came about through compromise.
But it’s my tradition now and I guess I’ll stick to it.
Inspired By The Prompt:
“Breaking Traditions”
(2003)