After seeing the ruthless killings
of black, tiny, weak kids on TV,
from starvation in Africa
on Christmas Eve,
I tiptoed back to my
white son's room,
made off with the gifts I had left,
burned them,
and killed the Santa Claus.

Dear ancient true love, Happy New Year Happy birthay.
How do you do blessings.
My maginary best friend indeed many lifetimes it seems we have loved each other-rddpc.
What a wonderful world
That old famed sweet sad song.
Hearing it for what it was meaning with mine inaction,
indeed it crushed my heart on Mothers Day
i still feel the awful pain of my inaction and how I missed my mark
walking away tore me into bits.
I hated misunderstanding you.
I hated being disasociated in my struggle to support myself with honors, with gangs closing each job door I oppened.
Here to wish you belated
many Marry Christmasse
and a Happy New Years belated cards
Happy belated birthdays every year of your life
I always think of you,
my ancient true love
I got a Christmas Card and are making a copy of it found on online
A chosen christmas card as in ancient times,
wishing you many Happy Birthdays too.
A rather well-wishing snowy holiday card, celebrating every blessed month and day of January 30th also.
Though yes i survived, my tragic life filled with love despite surviving and running from serial killers since childhood.
Habitual drug users who bailed themselves out of ******* dues and implicated me and my children's life in USA-
An unprovoqued hate crime that lasted a life time.
Because where i was born annoyed them criminals, my social status.
relentless enemies stalked me for years and my children.
Ever betrayed, ever demonizing, trashing me to my own grown kids in places I shined best, brightest and holy good to my children.

These enemies repaid me evil for my good with undeserved malignant evil jealousies, envy
destroying my cherished motherhood in character and integrity, to my own grown children.
from these greedy crazed scumb
I took billion blows, by means of dead silence. Had i with my kids gone public and to authorities no divisdion would exist tarred by lies..
Despite their greed and malice I feel a sacred alignment in the motherhood
department in that, I saved myself and my baby children each time it was needed.
mMainly I was hated for my PHD survival skills along with my check book lacking funds I could never ballance and they could not steal.

I remain filled with love
The love you showed me woke me up with deepest understanding
of all you are.
Here with deep infinite gratitude for your pain your patience your sacrifices, your loss.
I remain indebted to you and your beloved Mom, your parents for all eternity
I did accepted her benefit, the treasure of her friensmdship she crowned me wit,h and for all eternity in every lifetime, infinite gratitude, infinite love to you and your  parents.
I shall forever grieve such loss.
I lived with stabbing regret to not have contacted your precious loving Mom again.
For all your wounds and blows my silences gave you unintentionally
for all you offered me, for missing the mark
for your offer for a happier easier life, filled with treasures in heaven and on Earth
Your genuine family made of heaven and star diamond dust, for companionship my great treasures, along with  
the joy of eternal true love i found in you for me,
I love you, NOT in a time sensitive matter but forever and chronologically without happily ever afters.
My heart sobs for my poor beloved children and because of my silence missed up on the happiness joy your beloved parents, your siblings and best friends, meant for us four.

The enemy couldn't **** me pregnant on the various ways  attempted nor could steal my children so the enemy
Waited to trash demonize me in holy places to my few nlind deaf mute -in laws and my grown kids were deeply
affected prisioners by their marriage partners.
This horror true story I hid for too long and  culprit waiting to end me, divide me, and lie about my heroic surviving mothetly gold skills.
The enemy stalked me tracked my car and slowly went for my in-laws to trash me to the eleven winds to everyone who was fund of me, who loved me treasured me cherished me, admired me along with my children.
To my undeserved enemies in Mexuco in Greece and in USA, my children the object of their evil obsession remains.
You beloved myvtrue love were my all my heaven sent, the forces of good and understanding. You I could not chase i lost too.

Such a precious family i found in all that you are, all of you that were mine all for the taking. I thank you I cherish you I adore your mind in any state of distress I honor you.

I never found such blessings in this
lifetime ever again.
I have mourned the loss of my grandkids relationship my only treasures, assimilated by intruder malignant thives
Those blue colar criminals still hunt me down in the medicaid medicare field eadly enemies wont give up their, greed malice and habitual drug use.
Their hate crimes isolated me from my grandkids my sons in laws took their hate to profit- I am worth more to them dead then alive.
"I always think of you as someone very dear and precious."
So beleted Marry Christmases and Belated Happy birthdays dearest darling. How i love you.
Infinite gratitude my love,
all the days of my life.
I am worshipping you.
likewise, my beloved children.
How I love you for ever
eternally yours,
Angeli.. Mom Mother.
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By: Karijinbba

It's cold outside
I'm all alone
The wind is blowing hard out to sea
Is it warm outside
I want to know
Looking up to the sky I see a Christmas tree

Before you said goodbye
Did you think I'd be the last to know
I'm going on a trip without a course
Is there something that I'll run into
On my own

Your dark brown eyes
They could see it all
The pain inside that nearly made me fall
The dark brown leaves
In the fall of life
Winter days are slowly moving on

Before we say our last goodbye
Don't you think that we should let our love go
I'm going on a trip without a course
Is there something that you're running from
On your own

The wind is blowing hard out to sea
Before we say our last goodbye
Don't you think that we should let our love go
I'm going on a trip without a course
Is there something that you're running from

It was another strange dream
Suddenly I found myself looking out an upstairs window at people arriving below
Then I thought "Wait a minute, where am I ? What house am I in ?
I don't have an upstairs, I live in a bungalow (only a ground floor)"

When I went downstairs there was this big Christmas tree up
I thought to myself "But I...I didn't put up my Christmas tree yet

And there were lots of people there and some familiar faces
And they all seemed to be smiling at me, as if accepting me there
As if there was nothing unusual, as if I belonged there.

It was like a party was going on
And then I seen my brother sitting amongst them all
One of his hands was bandaged
I didn't think it polite to ask him about it
Beside him was another younger relative
I was amazed astounded because this relative he had died a few years earlier, in an accident
Yet here... here he was right here before me

I thought to myself "This must be some kind of... some kind of Parallel
   Universe I'm in where things turned out differently"
It made me wonder was my own world  then just an illusion
It seemed so far away now... so distant

Suddenly I started to get a little afraid, I thought "But I don't know this world...this place
I don't... I don't belong here
How do I get out of here
How do I get back... back to my own world....  

Soon after this I awoke...again back in my own bed...back in my own world.

It won't be a silent
night this Christmas in
the Psych Ward.
There are some real
wack jobs in here.
One guy grabbed his crotch,
and said, 'I have hold of all my faculties.'
The nurse asked him what
drugs he was on,
He said, 'It's not the drugs that are
the problem, it's the women.'
Maybe he's not as crazy as I thought.
I shouldn't talk; I'm getting
ECTs (Electra Convulsive Therapy)
One of the side effects is
memory loss. I hope they make me
forget the last woman in my life.
Life is so odd.
I'm locked in the nuthouse,
getting shock treatments.
She's home in her apartment,
cooking and cleaning,
crazy and mean as a ****-house rat.

The bright death of a star
lights the black night from afar.

Astrologers walk from east to west
and follow the nova’s fiery arc.
The burst of white in heavens’ dark chest
gives sign of a birth, love’s new spark.

They walk on through sandy shards of this earth,
past broken glass of our days
to find the one whose heralded birth
gives hope that our world is reglazed.

Held in their hands are gifts replete
that tell what the child will become:
Gold for a king, sweet incense for a priest,
for a healer, myrrh that will scent his tomb.

And the lodestar that died
signals the birth of a child
whose death and rebirth
lit a new star on this earth.

Selah.

Each year I watch them travel in a snow globe
that hangs upon my Yuletide fir tree,
a glowing glass sphere where waters flow
’round these Magi walking magically free.