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Christmas On Credit 12/06/03 We are coming round again to that time of year. When everything reminds us that Christmas time is near. They're already playing music and if that is not enough. The stores are filling up with all that Christmas stuff. It seems like every year I'm spending more and more. And getting further into debt than I did the year before. I don't know why I do it unless maybe its because. I get caught up in the spirit of old man Santa Claus. My cash is running low and times are pretty hard. But that won't worry me for I'll just put it on my card. And I'll have a merry Christmas though I may not have a dime. And forget about the bill until some other time.       All Major Credit Card Accepted

Santa Is A "Red-Nick" 12/16/03 Santa is a "red-nick" what else is there to say. About someone who rides around in a "souped-up" model sleigh? One who comes around each year to visit all the malls. Dressed up in his "hare-skinned" cap and loose fit overalls. I know we all don't see the man exactly all the same. But the one's he's fooled the most can't even spell his name. I know he is a "red-nick" and I'll tell you how I know. He drives around in a beat up truck until it starts to snow. He won't wear no underwear the whole long summer through. But along about Christmas time let me tell you what he'll do. He'll drag out his old red longjohns and put them on again. And look just like the "red-nick" that he has always been. I'm not trying to be funny nor run the old man down. I just hope he comes to my house the next time he's in town.

The Gift You Gave To Me 01/02/04 It's so sad again this Christmas since you're not here with me. And the gifts remain unopened beneath our Christmas tree. That's not the way we planned it we had other things in mind. But they never worked out the way they were designed. You always put yourself in a place where you could serve. And we had no way of knowing what lay around the curve. But when the call came in on your two-way radio. You and I both knew that you would have to go. And as you drove away on that Christmas eve. I felt so all alone as I watched you leave. I never understood so many things back then. But now as I look back on last Christmas once again. I can see so many things that have turned around for me. And now I know the greatest gift is not beneath the Christmas tree. For you have let me see the greatest gift that one can give. Is in the giving of one's self to help another live.

Lady Liberty 01/25/04 Standing in the harbor facing toward the sea holding in her hand the torch of liberty. Looking to the future standing on the past God bless our lady freedom till we are free at last. Free from all the evil that threatens to destroy all that you have given your children to enjoy. Free to live forever without the threat of war free to live our dream of peace for ever more. Free to freely love the lady by the sea who holds within her hand the torch of liberty. God Bless America

Going On Alone 03/09/04 Going on alone without a hand to hold in an empty world just waiting to grow old. Tracing in his mind the life that used to be looking for some comfort in his memory. In a busy world with no time for him his chances for survival looking mighty slim. Each day he struggles on closer toward the end without ever thinking he would need a friend. I guess he never thought one day he would grow old and be left alone without a hand to hold.

Forever Mine 04/24/04 I carved these words into the tree that you and I played in and hoped that somehow you would see the way I felt back then. Childhood things will pass away and a wounded tree will heal, but time will never take away that which a heart can feel. These words I wrote so long ago they only tell in part, how deep the feelings that were carved forever in my heart. Just simple words that mark a time that you and I were in and yet the feelings are the same as they were back then. Those days of youth though they are gone are still as sweet to me, as they were the day I carved these two words into a tree. "FOREVER MINE"

Prompted 09/27/04 With wings of inspiration the evening shadows call, as the waters tumble over my emotional waterfall. From somewhere in the mist reaching forth a helping hand, the scent of her perfume lies hidden in the sand. Like wings of inspiration she moves in memory and even in my sadness she will walk with me.