Birth of a King

The donkey ambled about, restless in his demeanor, sensing something of great consequence was about to happen.

The Singing Santa - Part 5 - A Craven Danger Mystery

Betty Fletcher and Sidney Green stood at the foot of the Empire State Building and gazed up. “Ya think a big monkey could really climb this thing,” said Betty.

Alone for Christmas

Oh I am enjoying this. Being alone Christmas eve. I can do exactly what I please, when I please and how. I don't know why I am so happy when in fact I should be sad being alone on this special evening when so many are making an effort to be happy together with family. I feel strangely at peace and happy. As though going against the flow is giving me pleasure. I think that may be the reason. That I am doing something so few are doing- by being...

A Short Poem With A Longer Title Than The Actual Poem Itself

last harsh goodbye
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Cherry

Infinite Sky

"...we three kings..."

THE PUDDLE PIXIES - THE CHRISTMAS TREE FAIRY

Merry Christmas All from the Puddle Pixies

I don't mind

Not much. I am very much alone this Christmas. My son didn't come yesterday. Love got in the way. He may come by today- for a short moment- I'm not getting my hopes too high. Well- I'm used to being alone so Christmas days are no different than any other time of year. The past several christmases have been much the same and a bit sad in a way- I see nobody- far removed from the christmases of past where the whole family was gathered- relatives,...

The Boy Who Had Everything

There once was a boy who had everything; he had everything that money could buy like toy trains and jet planes with painted wings and dolls that danced and laughed and sang and cried.

Goose On The Loose

“Where has that gander gone? Where did it wander to?”, wonders everyone, “It didn’t leave a clue”.

It's Christmas-time!

Bah, humbug?

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