The Christmas Fool 2
His dreams, hopes, and wishes of the future so bright and shiny. If only he knew. Behind the curtain stood one famous for doing crooked things and the evils he performed. Fools he sought; those of innocence. Most humans so easy. Challenges he sought. His fights with the One, he had to stay on his toes. The challenges with this fool not to wake him up to the truth and push him too far. Slow burn, slow roast. Little barbecue sauce here; little barbecue sauce there. And she, her dreams, hopes, and wishes of the future dim and little light. Like a fog on a late, cold autumn morning. Slow and steady she drove the highway of life and everything else. And when she didn't, she paid the price. When to know to speed or slow down? Fool and innocent as he, yet, hiding from the world no. He wished he could. Someway, somehow, Satan discovered His plan. Screwballs to the old Man. His specialty. Before he was to be born, let's move the date as he did for her but years later. Strike one! The ump yelled. God, now, knew the game was on. 'Fool', He had to say to himself. Satan was known for cheating. Players go back to the bench after each strike. The journey to the Aura's Gate and to the land of Above Cognitive, then God, but first, first base.
The players, the fools, in the game did they have any choices. Pawns like us all. We move ourselves while being still. Only God and Satan may move the pieces. Years of waiting went by for his next turn at bat. The other players had to play. She still sitting on the bench. Those years of family and friends good as could be but with a few splinters on the bench. Now, a teen. His turn. Powder on his hands. Slow walk to the plate. He tripped, the fool, on the bat eyeing her. Dusting himself off, he got to the rubber plate. A few swings of the bat to get warm and take aim. Satan reared back for the pitch off the tip of the bat it went hitting him. He woke up in the hospital. God threw a glove defecting the ball. In this game, most things go. Her turn came in her teens, too. Satan sent some false pinch hitters to fool her which they did. Dancing around her they put her in a spin, then sent her to find that rubber plate. He and God were on the bench and lost sight of her. To guide her, God sent the only one that could save her from falling and, then, getting her to the home plate. Mom knows some things that even God doesn't know. Her hit went between first and second and ended with her baby girl. She was on first base. Two on the bench and the one at home plate clapped. She was on her way to that gate and Above Cognitive and the Coach.
Years later, it was his turn again. Standing tall at the plate. Still no man of the world, but better eyes to see. Over 2nd base, the hit went. She ran to third, he tried for 2nd. He tagged the base and was safe, but hit his noggin on the base they said. God smiled. His glove was there, again, this time for his fool head. Dusting himself off he stood with pride. He found what he was looking for. But no cheers, "You fool. Should have stayed on first." His head hung down low. He hoped she would save him with a hit. Only, so much time to go before she is at the plate again. He waited surrounded by darkened clouds all at 2nd base. Finally, he heard her name. Still on 3rd and at home plate. Man knows not the rules of the game played by Satan and God. She walked up shaking some and fearful from the time before. Satan threw thunder and lightning at her with the knowledge she was scared of both. She looked pass Satan's eyes and saw his eyes of love on 2nd base. Love can pierce the darkest clouds. Out of the blue, all the church bells and chimes rung. Merry Christmas day had come. God's screwball over the plate. Satan fumed. In the baby's face, His face, from that day, she saw the face of her little girl and found all the strength to toss away the fear. Satan leaned back as far as he could and his arm shot forward with all its might. The ball in flames at the speed of light. Her bat went back and with the grace of God and her new found strength, railed forward as a train and hit that ball out of the park. Most said it was the furthest hit ball and home run even further than those of Herman and Hank. As she came in from 3rd, she touched first base. Getting to second, there he stood. The proudest man in the world. "Let's go home to our baby girl," he said as hugging her with a beaming smile. At home, all the team ran out for they won the game. In one hit, pass the gate through Above Cognitive and to the Coach.
The crowd came into the bar with the loudest cheers. Slaps on her back and rubbing her hair. So many years since their last championship. God looked over. There Satan sat at the end of the bar. Tears falling into his glass of milk, with a shot of bourbon and more. God walked over and rubbed his horns. "Merry Christmas! The Christmas Fool 2 got you."