A little early, but what the hey. I writes 'em as I gets 'em. :)
The wind blows hot. Leaves off trees, except a few hangers-on. Bet--one will still be there when Spring comes, next week. Winter doesn't last long, here. All is calm, all is brown: even the grass has turned brown. The sky cardboarded with patterned clouds. Houses constructed of faded color. Wrapping not so pretty, now, and yet we go on, hoping. And praying that we won't disappoint the children. We make do with what little we have... Christmas trees glow the Season from the windows cheery with hope. Let it snow: something Yankees talk about or seen in history books. Anything that is below eighty/ninety degrees would freeze my...only time it looks like Christmas is at night, when homes reflect their lights into my eyes. And that's when I remember what it was like to be young and believe in Santa Claus and in magic. Why was I in such a hurry to grow up to forget?
It's not always totally brown in Texas; my water bill tells me it's gonna be green til we get our freeze :) Oh by the way, have you ever gone swimming on Christmas! I know people in other countries might; but why here in Texas? :) Cute
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Sharon
Sounds like Christmas upon the bayou too.. except for two Christmas' ago when we got the white stuff along with the ice..it was one to remember indeed..) Loved this one!
Ah, Karla, Christmas is the most beautiful time of the year. How well I remember my childhood Christmases. How I love the pretty colored lights and decorations; the smell of rum-laced Christmas cake baking in the oven; the busyness of cleaning the house and making everything shiny and bright; the Christmas carols blaring from the record player...oh, yes, Christmas...Karla, you've stirred awake the Christmas spirit within me. Thank you sweet lady. :) The child in me is still very much there!
Doesn't appear you have forgot too well. North, south, east or west there is a Santa in every heart and hearth who believes in magic. You just keep writing them as you gets them Karla
Rusty
A philosophical question you ask Karla in the last sentence. And one that will probably procure many answers depending on mood and circumstance.
A lovely tapestry you paint here.
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on October 21, 2006
Spot on. And bar hose pipes, all the grass was brown down there.
That said, Texas for some reason is still my fav place to have been to.. It has a unique life of its own..
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on October 21, 2006
How true, we grow quickly enough. In fact I don't enjoy Christmas as I used to. Still 'tis the season to be jolly. Where's the mistltoe? Victor
The magic of Christmas is always in our hearts. Iy's a rime to reflect upon the occassion and embrace the spirit and true meaning of our holidays. I see the lights of past Christmases with my family and eveyone of them was a gem. Great pen Karla.
Love,
Susan
That is why I sometimes wish I were still in Ohio at Christmas. Somehow the lack of snow or warmer temps doesn't make it seem Christmasy here. Very well done, humorous write; brava! Keep up the super writing, Karla, your writing is solid and sure!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :D
Oh, for some snow and cold weather at Christmas; that would be GREAT! :)
A short story of mine was included in an anthology of short fiction by fourteen of Port Town Publishing Company's authors. It is out of print and no longer available except as a download. Contact me at charlenetess@yahoo.com if you want it.
Christmas - only days away; plastic snowmen and glowing reindeer adorn the lawns of neighborhoods all across America. All is calm, all is bright, and yet there is something tragically wrong about this Christmas night.
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love and peace, Carole
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Michelle~
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Ah, Karla, Christmas is the most beautiful time of the year. How well I remember my childhood Christmases. How I love the pretty colored lights and decorations; the smell of rum-laced Christmas cake baking in the oven; the busyness of cleaning the house and making everything shiny and bright; the Christmas carols blaring from the record player...oh, yes, Christmas...Karla, you've stirred awake the Christmas spirit within me. Thank you sweet lady. :) The child in me is still very much there!
God Bless
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Lena
Rusty
Love Tinka
A beautiful traditional Holiday write.... Wonderful....
Light & Blessings,
Joselyn
Love and Hugs, B&R
A lovely tapestry you paint here.
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
That said, Texas for some reason is still my fav place to have been to.. It has a unique life of its own..
Love,
Susan
Love,
CJ
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :D
Oh, for some snow and cold weather at Christmas; that would be GREAT! :)
We must never forget the magic and enchantment of Christmas, and the birth of our Blessed Savior, Our Lord Jesus Christ..
Excellent work
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Peter