twas the night before Christmas

And all through the house...

A deep chill seeped in from the crisp, clear night as the gentleman stood in his kitchen, peering out the window.

This lonely soul once expected a miracle as he lost faith in Christmas years ago; the nightly ritual on the eve of Christmas was now just a hollow reprieve for a long-forgotten season that used to mean happiness and joy.

Now it means defeat and loneliness, utter abandonment while the seconds tick away to midnight.

Before retreating from his mournful post, he wonders how such terrible fictional characters as Scrooge and the Grinch can enjoy a 'happily ever after'. Then why can the universe find it in its infinite wisdom.....

Merry Christmas mom

Dear Mom

I purchased your gift though I know it will never reach its destination but remain eternally wrapped under the tree.  It was something that you always longed for, but I never got around to sending it.  Deep down inside, I regret not getting it to you sooner and wish so hard that I could give it to you now and watch the look on your face as it is unwrapped.  It would have brought you so much joy and happiness for the years to come, the years that we were meant to share.  The years we were robbed because of a soulless universe that takes quicker than it gives.  Although I will come to accept the world without my mother, this gift will remain unopened under my tree as I bury deeper the regret that I did not get it to you sooner.

~J

Ten Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave me divorce papers. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave me two battling lawyers. On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave me three screaming children.  On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love took from me five golden rings.  On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave me six curses in six languages.  On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave me seven circles of hell.  On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave me eight days to move out.  On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave me nine outstanding credit card debts.  On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave me, ten years of heartbreak.

~J

Christmas Story (loosely based on a half true story)

When I was a child, I believed in Santa Clause until I was eight years old, when I snuck up and saw my mother planting the gifts under the tree and eating the cookies I put out the night before.

Little did she know I laced the cookies with a powerful sedative to trap the fat jolly man and steal all the presents meant for the good little boys and girls.

~ J