After All

Putting My Feet in the Dirt December Prompt:  #6 The Stage Was Set

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I trimmed the tree

I decorated the halls, I put Christmas carols on the stereo I spent a few hours with

Charles Dickens.

I even wrote out some Christmas cards.

I took my dog for a walk and we watched the stars and he found a giant stick

that was as big as he is.

 

I laughed.

 

But it was an empty and hallow laugh, so we went home and we slid a little and had to walk slow because the  sidewalk  was iced over.

 

At least it was warm when we got inside and our home smelled like apples and all of the lights except for the Christmas tree lights were on.

 

I guess if I had to say I was waiting to have a good day and I thought that chance had passed me by,  I had one after all.

 

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It’s Snowing Somewhere Today

My son and daughter-in-law sent me these snow pictures from Wisconsin- snow before Christmas how magical is this:

Photo J.M Moscoso

My granddaughter was a year old last year for her first snow- so it must have been like the first time she saw it over the weekend- as  you can see she was pretty curious about it.

Kids having fun in the snow- magical.

But the reality is there too- they weren’t sure they were on the road at one point and then they caught up to a city truck and saw they were.

Not magical at all.

I live in Washington state.

It rained this weekend

Nothing magical about that at all.

I like magic, so I guess I’m glad it’s snowing somewhere today.

Hogamadogs and Snow Blossoms

Word of the Day Challenge: Hogamadog

I used to sled through a cemetery

down the street from where I lived

the rone and snow beneath the runners

sped me through life not death.

 

 Aquabobs,  and snow blossoms

dressed the trees and shrubs

Hogamadogs  and snowbones

decorated and lined our path

through the rows of forgotten sleepers

dreaming of winters past.

 

( If you are curious, yes I really did used to sled through a cemetery )

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Turkey Legs For You Young Lady!

Putting My Feet in the Dirt December Prompt#4 – Leftover Turkey Legs

Our family mapped out the Christmas Turkey days in advance of the actual roasting and carving.

By the time we got to the dinner table, we knew who  wanted the white meat, who wanted their slices with a little crispy skin still attached and for some freaky reason there was always a fight over who got the wings.

” To bad, ” I said when I was about five years old and the turkey mapping sessions had just begun via the phone  between my Dad and Grandma ” that turkeys don’t have four wings. You know what has four wings? Dragon flies. Maybe we should roast a bunch of them instead.  But I’m pretty sure they don’t have boobs,  and I know  everyone likes turkey boobs- especially Grandpa and Auntie Sharon. ”

” You mean-” my Dad pulled the phone away from his ear looked down at me and my Mom lit a cigarette and muttered how nobody on her side of the family was as weird as me.

” Shut up Anita. ”

” SORRY. I mean breasts. Dragonflies don’t have breasts. Mermaids do. Maybe we- ”

“ANITA GO AWAY.” My dad hollered at me. ” I’m on THE PHONE!”

It was after the suggestion we roast dragon flies so that we could have plenty of wings to go around- and that roasting mermaids was an option too, that  I was the one who got both turkey legs and a wad of dark meat ( which at the time my family considered to be cat and dog food ) dumped on my plate.

I looked down and remember trying to look grossed out and put upon.

I also remember trying not to smile because it was always fun to get exactly what you wanted for Christmas and you didn’t even have to promise Santa to be good to get it.