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Creativity Portal Imagination Prompt: My Favorite Christmas Traditions

 

Over the years, playing games during the holidays have become a big deal in my family.

We put as much thought and have as much fun putting together our prize gift bags as we do with the rest of the festivities.

We make endless calls, send texts and look for the best candy, little presents and yes, lottery tickets – those prizes matter.

Our game of choice is Bingo and losing is as much fun as winning.

You’ve never seen people enjoy losing because we get to make fun of the winner and blame the person calling the numbers for being on the take.

 

One  year my brother in law won more then half the games we played.

We keep threatening to ban him from the game, but that would spoil the fun of picking on him, right?

Right.

 

One year I made a bag with play-doh, popcorn flavored Jelly Bellies and Peppermint flavored chapstick.

I really wanted to win that bag back, but my niece won it.

I know, I could go out and buy myself that stuff, but darn it- I wanted to get those numbers to line up, I wanted to yell BINGO

 

This year I picked out some cool prizes- I may have even out done myself.

 

All I know is, I forgot to buy actual presents- funny right?

That’s the point though- to have fun.

And I am.

Winter In My Bones

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The cold

the dark

the promise of snow

Winter is in my bones

The warmth

the sun

the heat against my skin

Summer wants to roast my bones

Open the door, let me outside

when the sun doesn’t shine

and the night is quiet

and everyone

is

dreaming.

Creativity Portal:

Writing Prompt# 6:

What are three things that you enjoy most about the winter season?

What three things do you dislike?

 

 

I Hate You Summer

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I don’t like to write during the Summer, or the Spring or when it’s hot out or when the Sun is shining through my window.

It’s not that I find the dark so inspiring, I just hate the distraction.

Long Sunny days are like white noise-but instead of that noise eating it’s way through my brain via my ears it eats it’s way to my brain via my eyes.

Yes, it feels as unpleasant as it sounds.

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When I’m writing or reading I do put some music on, but most of the time after it stops I hardly ever notice. There’s structure to music and if I’m familiar with the piece it drops completely off of my radar. But all of that sunlight? It just screams sweet nothings at me and before you know it I’m playing Mahjong or Hangman and my brain has gone bye-bye.

During the First part of the year I really don’t start writing until the evening and then I have to pull the drapes and shut the curtains and then I can write- so I end up staying up to late and I’m beat in the mornings but I haven’t found my way around it. I remember thinking how great it would be to live in a place where it was dark and cold. On the other hand, I’m smart enough to know balance in important.

Even if that means I’m only sleeping five hours a night.

Everything we do comes with a price- and having to view the Spring and Summer as earworms is the price I pay for what makes  ( or interferes with ) my ability to create.

 ( a failed poem, but I wrote it when the Sun was up ha, just kidding )

Sun Sun go away

I don’t want to  play today

Sun Sun go away

you’re bad for my skin and you make

people smell bad and they all want to

sit next to me on the bus.

 

Creativity Portal

Writing Prompt 7:

How does the cold winter weather and shorter days affect your mood or outlook on life? What if winter lasted year-round?

A Touch of Snow

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My bones are tired

and my muscles ache

they need to rest

they need to sleep.

 

Wrap them in a touch of snow

bury them deep

where the light will not go

 

My bones are tired

they need to sleep

don’t forget where you left them

wrapped in snow

 

 

I”ll be dreaming

but my eyes won”t be closed

I’ll be dreaming

in the darkness below

you.

 

Creative Portal: Winter Writing Prompt#1

I Wanted To Fly

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I regret

all of the times I wanted to laugh

and I didn’t

I regret

all of the times I wanted to sing

and I didn’t

I regret all of the times I wanted to fly

and I walked

I regret all of the times I fell

and never congratulated myself

for getting back up again.

Inspired By Imagination Prompt : I Regret