The Christmas Scream
Watched her face intense in what she was reading. Forcing her eyes down. Grabbing, holding, her feelings in. Were they feelings? She had no doubts they were but so unsure. Feelings unknown from the past. The sensations she felt were new. Was this really love? The things she did for him were they just being nice or more. Emotions hot and cold due to him. What does it mean? Why does he do the things he does? No other man would? The words, the numbers, she had to read, again. With the intense, he saw the nervousness tingling in her. All this new to him, too. The face of brave only a puppy testing the winds. The winds were storming his heart and soul. All so new to him, too. A puppy dog will hold back, yet, eventually move ahead. New is scary, instincts for adventure said forge ahead. Forward he went, up to the brick wall. The build up, the pressures, the world, the universe to know, wanting to scream, "I love you." She already knew. Would she want to hear? The audience at the table though allowed not the advance to the gate of Above Cognitive she could bring him to.
How much further could they go, he thought. Nearing dark, Bethlehem over the hill. An inn Joseph knew of his past days their goal. Towards the star. Mary tired and hungry and some pain. No donkey could they afford. Slowly, they walked. Into sight, sun nearly down, the inn cried to them. "No, rooms." All pleading to no ends. Bottom floor of house a hollow of straw. There Mary bed after her meal. In minutes, all hell broke out. The Christmas Scream heard through the world. Was it Mary from the pain? Or, the Devil from the birth of such good and the taking away of sins. None. Joseph stood watching and seeing the rising of His son, screamed with the might of The Lord through the universe and all His creations. Tradition be damned. Joseph with swaddling clothes wrapped His son and cuddled Him with all His Spirit. God was of Spirit and passing it to Him. Laying Him in a trough of finest hay, Joseph took one last look and walked away. In a few feet, Joseph shook and turned to the eyes looking at him. "What?" If one looked up, the star shone brighter. Awaited His son He after He finished His journey pass Above Cognitive.
The distance of the ride fairly short. The time to get there much more than norm this time of year. The excitement built as time of arrival neared. A turn here, a turn there. There the gate. A stop. A minute, going again. The lights in the trees; the lights standing tall. What a sight. The most excitement to come. Santa, reindeer, and more filling the hearts, yet, anticipation of what was to come, a first. When done, parking to find. Walking for a short time, another gate, but quickly passed. The map, it showed the final destination of their treasure. The windows and lights more thrills, but the music took their breath before there. Brought gaiety, dancing and touching of one's soul. She was so excited. Year before it was closed. Squeezing her mother's hand, who was excited, too, through Alice's Looking Glass they went. There stood the Mad Hatter waiting for them. Though no others saw him, they did. They felt his love. His madness for them. Carousel. The young girl climbing onto the stallion steed of gems and crystals; mother got the White Rabbit wacky March Hare. The Mad Hatter in their hearts what fun they had. The minutes were like hours and days. Memories like these last eternity. The young girl and the mother passed the door and the whole world, universe, shook from The Christmas Scream The Lord let out. He did good. Awaited His Mad Hatter and she did He when as One finishing the journey of Above Cognitive.
As he closed the book, he browsed his memories. When did he enter the Looking Glass? Mad he might be, but Alice in Wonderland. No, way. But then he thought, maybe he lived in a dream. He then thought of her and her eyes down. Now, there Alice might be. But then again, Alice did enter the Looking Glass. Beware mantlepieces and mirrors. What did Kitty do? But then again, the other side of the mirror a lot more wild and crazy. Don't go through the mirror. Look not at the mirror imagining life beyond, let the mirror look at you living your life. Mirrors only good for caring of faces and looking good. Let all hell break out as your Father looks at you rising to be reborn. Hear the Christmas Scream to the world and universe as He holds you tight with His Spirit. Your faith and love warming Him. Show God He did good by your journey with him two as One through The Looking Glass to Above Cognitive and Him. Or, was she simply reading a story from a book about a journey of fantasy through The Looking Glass and imagination of Above Cognitive.