A close call
I’m alive for now. I had a nightmare last night about the Ghost of Christmas Past, the Ghost of Christmas Present, and the Ghost of Christmas Future. I thought I had died because I saw my tombstone. But Santa left me several lumps of coal. I thought that was good news because my house has been cold like the North Pole, my dog is dead, apparently from a bear attack, and the shingles have been coming off the house with hoof prints.
Oh, yes, the good news: Santa left me some coal that I put in the furnace so the house is nice and warm and toasty. But an inspector from the EPA gAve** me a ticket for polluting, and worse. Despite the ticket, I invited the inspector into the kitchen, gave her a roasted pig and some milk and cookies, whereupon by the power invested in her, she called in to her supervisor to say I had offered her a bribe. Now I have to go to court next week to testify before the Grand Jury, and I have to close down the illegal oil pipeline that I built under my house, even before it’s functional. The animal people may be coming too. I have a reindeer in my kitchen, and a polar bear on the roof. Santa said that if I watched a reindeer for him, he’d bring me a gift next year. The polar bear, uninvited, is making a video of his exploits. Well, actually, Santa wasn’t invited either.
Merry Christmas. I hope you are blessed and find happiness in some corner of where you are. Hope your inner glow is warm, soothing and a tender light. Near or far, or far out, travel well. Compose and be composed, and let the Muse and you be amused with the day and with the dream. Somewhere the stars and the rainbows meet, born in the color of love. Like laughter, Light is light. Ho, ho, ho.
** For the sake of the discussion in the comment section
— Douglas Gilbert