The other day I was in my lounge, eating a toblerone, when Bertha walked in.

"Ooh babe, save me a bit, will ya?"

"Oh, ******* Bertha, let me enjoy it."

"I thought you loved me."

"Yeah, but.."

"Ok, be like that. I just bought some chocolate trifles. I think I'll have one now."

What a crafty minx she was. Bertha knows I adore chocolate trifles.

"Ok beautiful, here you go, have my last two pieces."

She swiped them without hesitation, chucking them into her mouth and barely chewing before swallowing them almost whole.

"Mmm, yummy. So babe, you wanna a trifle?"

"Yes, please."

"You'll have to chase me for one."

So I chased her around the house. For a big girl, Bertha can't half shift. I had trouble keeping up.

Eventually she tripped and landed on the sofa face up. Her large shapely ***** heaved as she gathered her breath.

Bertha's arms were outstretched.
Joining her,
I gladly let them envelop me.

We kissed passionately.

I looked into her beautiful hazel eyes and felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

We kissed a bit more before I led her to the bedroom.

Settling back on the sofa, Bertha and I snuggled.We watched TV and ate the remaining trifles.

What a gal.

A star shone o'er Bethlehem,
Upon that first Christmas night:
The shepherds came from the fields,
In search of such brilliant light.

They gathered at the manger,
Where the baby Jesus laid:
Homage to the newborn king,
To Jesus Christ they had paid.

It was a cold and starry night,
Hearts were warmed with love and care:
Animals came to greet him,
Coming in from here and there.                  

The king of kings was born this night,
He came to help us turn out right.

written 12-24-2024

Christmas Eve, we're all together
If only for a time
Gratitude, Gratitude
I reach for rhythm and rhyme

My family, My family
Troubled, we make it through
Christmas Eve together
Together, troubled, true

I stayed up all night
Trying to pen down something about this night.
Something about the moon, stars, all the things glowing, right.
Tore the page because I didn't find the rhyme right.

Then I thought to write about nature—
Something about trees, rivers, and the blue sky,
About some 'how' and some 'why.'
After jotting down some insensible lines,
My brain—ah!—again started to climb a different vine.

How indecisive it behaved.
What to try to write about, my heart started to crib.
And then I got this cringy thought—
To write about this nothingness.

So understated but believable,
Nonexistent but feel-able.
Ah, again I miss that poetic sense.
The thinking motor of me definitely needs a rewind.

Even when I tried to write about nothing—
No facts to decline—
I asked my fingers to stop
Until I figure out a perfect rhyme.

Just one of the people
Not a leader, not a follower
Maybe a Markson man
In but not of America

Shinkansen in the night
Lost in Translation
Philosophy
Ancient things, Wedding rings

55 and falling
Drifting toward death
Drawn to monasteries
Libraries of glass and wood

Lovely Susan Meek
Every man needs a muse
Seattle in the summer
Reno in the snow

                  El Futuro ...

Scrooge would be just about clocking off now,the **** piece.
But at least he led by example.