Another Last Christmas


I would love to go back and repeat my 24th birthday, since I could be a couple months younger again and refuel my future purpose. I would love to go back and spend time at that hockey game with my siblings, watching the Zamboni reice the rink and a polar bear (mascot) skate down the ice. I would love to relive New Year’s Eve when I accidentally got my dad wet after opening a bottle of shaken champagne and it exploding all over him – on video -, making him go home in silence. But I can’t.

So in the meantime, I’ll reflect on one touching point in my life with a good old poem:

Sonnet No. 2

December of the last
We were all there together
The wrapping paper flowed
All around the room like waves
A holiday dinner
Happy and warm
The delicious ham and potatoes
Before the slice of pumpkin pie

The last Christmas
Was the reunion of time
Everyone moving on
And now we are here again
A little more older, a little more wiser
Looking back on the holidays that defined


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “One More Time.”

If you were able to relive one day from the last 12 months, which day would it be — and why?

Cake From Every Angle

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My birthday cake
Flaming
Can’t put 24 candles
So I’ll be seven today
Made a wish
Blew them out
One was left
The final key
To another memory
Long lasting
Eat up


In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “From Every Angle.”

Weekly Photo: Roy G. Biv


Roy G. Biv and his seven women,
All were eccentric,
Decisions, decisions

His spicy Red, always the romantic,
Unique Orange, a bit standoffish
Optimistic Yellow, longed for the future,
Natural Green, soil lover for the rooster
Moody Blue, chronic depressant,
Indigo and Violet, quite inseparate

These were his wives he used to make his name,
And now is the most famous in the grand color scheme game


Weekly Photo Challenge: “ROY G. BIV.”

L is for Legs

Legs seem to be universal, something that is found in nearly every living and non-living thing. Humans have them, animals have them, insects have them, desks, chairs, and kitchen appliances as well. They help in movement and support, are a thing nature decided millions of years ago would be beneficial in helping organisms with finding food and running away from being food. We all seem to operate on an even number of legs since that is nature’s way of keeping everything balanced. Of course, some animals developed wings for better survival, but they still use their legs for those times when it isn’t a pressure situation involving the fight or flight response, when they can just tromp across a fence or wire like it’s Sunday morning.

My two legs these days probably don’t get as much exercise as they should, since I have been stuck in front of my computer most of this year, only occasionally going outside to take some pictures or look for the cat that went missing for two straight days (he comes back eventually after a night on the town).

My acrostic poem for legs:

Little engines, pumping pistons
Energy propelled, man on a mission
Going places in a hurry, fast as a fly
Swamp water up to your knees, jump high, touch the sky

April A to Z Challenge

BATZAP by Doobster @ Mindful Digressions

Moving Through Monochrome

My camera slipped and I caught the pool on a refreshing angle…shades of grey and blue…
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…while this springy sensation looked good in black and white.

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Medicine I do not take since I’m a machine running smoothly, without the need for additives

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The many paper like leaves of this gigantic spring tree blow my mind…

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…while the reddish hues of December tree paint a truly radiant landscape

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My mocha-colored cat relaxes…

…and wonderful notes vibrate across a musical highway

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The rushing yellow waters, like threads on a loom…

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…and hellfire rains down, a fiery oblivion…

…then slides into an icy blue pool, refreshing your eyes

More monotone in a gallery:


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WPC: Foreign Orange

The color orange is an
Outstanding observation
It’s fiery shades pop a thousand
Pompous photo pixels
But sadly, this hue of sun, fire, and…orange
Has no dance partner, no rhyme or reason
At least we can count on it
Returning to the trees each autumn season


 Weekly Photo Challenge: Orange you glad it’s photo challenge time?

My Unorthodox Christmas

So Christmas has come and gone
Another run of cheer in the books
It was a wonderful time this year
Even though we went about it with different looks

See, we didn’t open our presents today
Saving them for New Year’s Eve
While everyone else is throwing away wrapping paper
We still have gifts to receive

Instead of rejoicing
And singing candid Christmas carols
We decided to play a raunchy card game
And make all sorts of creative perils

And even though
There’s no snow
Far and wide as the eye can see
My unorthodox Christmas
Had still managed to make me happy

It will come again next year
As the family gets smaller
And drifts further apart
That will correlate with a barer tree
Looking so skinny, now that’s just for three

To cope with the sadness that years together are dwindling
I have to believe
That somewhere in this world
Is the starting piece for a new family
That the traditions will continue
Anew and better
That my kids and their kids
Will carry on the name
Keep on the happiness that
Comes in this game
And celebrate these great holidays
Full of love and cheer
Have their own unorthodox Christmas
Never have anything to fear

And I won’t be lonely
Will have someone always there
To share and build a well of memories
And have the dearest opportunity to share

Some pictures from our Christmas dinner at Queen’s:

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Queen of the Miraculous Medal Parish Church
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Table top flower decor
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Mom and dad
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Emily and Uncle Jack