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‘Twas The Half-Day Before Christmas

‘Twas the half-day before Christmas, because we’d all slept in. Outside it was icky, and chilly with wind.

The oldest was back east, with his wee family growing, while we’d legged it westbound, no choice in the going.

With Mum in her new-do, and Me caffeinating, the kiddos are at various stages of waking.

The cat is a’-prowling, like a leader so glorious, leaving for us, her remnants so odorous.

Ensconced in our new digs, its old bones protecting, we’d planned for the shut in no one was selecting.

Laundry is launder-ing, there’s lunch ’round the bend. Most keepings of house is nearing the end.

There’s eggnog, and boxes and various things, to keep us all busy til the fat sleigh bell rings.

Our usual festivities ahead of us lie, potatoed together as Hans Gruber flies.

With all that has happened, from early til now, we timidly watch the days counting down.

The horizon is littered with hopeful good stuff, and all we can do now is push past the rough.

So gather together, but separate, let’s say. And celebrate as we do. For This Is The Way.

From our house, to your house, we wish you good cheer. Merry Christmas to all, and a Happy New Year.

Freshly Squeezed Thoughts ……

Ok, so lately i have been ruminating over exposing myself more. Not in the way you might be wishing, but more to the elements of the paranormal.

Very frustrating, you see, because though i’ve had mere snippets here and there, i can’t say as i’ve had anything of any real concrete value happen to me. And like the illustrious and oft misunderstood Fox Mulder, I too want to Believe. I think i do believe, but would like proof of some kind to share, rather than to convince myself.

As i sit here writing, i reflect on a conversation i had earlier this morning with my oldest son – today is his eighth birthday – about the subject. I would love to sooth his questioning mind with real answers, but it is impossible, just as i can’t give him a solid argument for religion. He is a scientist by nature – dissecting inferring, exploring – and so logical conclusions are something old hat to him. Encouraging him to let go of that mind set a little, and to accept what is as what is is a challenge.

Soon i will be joining friends as part of a ghost hunting group – we’ll see if that draws out anything – and i’ll diligently attempt to catalog my thoughts – freshly squeezed or canned – depends on the day, i guess.