The Christmas Letters
Before his coffee poured, the title hit him with a jolt. "Not another one. Lord, please, quit.". Breakfast done, another one. "Take that!" said the Lord. The writings he loved, but the letters from his soul took so much. He wrote what he felt and truth to him. Others never understood, or just didn't care. How many cries do you make for only one? When do you say, "The life preserve isn't coming. Bring down your arm." Christmas near. The Christmas Letters the last letters of hope. How do you write letters not from the heart? How do you write only what people want to hear? Only a few days. He can do it. One a day. Today, two writings of his style. A letter, normally, of his day. The Christmas Letters will be much more. Prose of rhythm and rime and all flowery mush. Maybe something they will understand. Heart and his soul too much. One from Him to travel the path to the Aura's Gate of Above Cognitive and beyond.
"Going down the lane for the last time." No, can't go with this line. Been used before, I think. Maybe, about her hazel eyes and fiery look if with a stare. When cooled, the eyes unseen. No, eyes, eyes, eyes, used so many times before. Something new. Something wild and exciting. Something that will last forever. I can't get one letter writ and I am planning so many. What gives. The challenge. I can do it. Maybe, about her smile and face and how beautiful they are. Her teeth, such a perfect shape and so white. No, no, again. All done before. Though the truth, people won't believe the words of one so in love. Let's go on. Shape. Yes, let's talk of shape. Her form and curves melt his heart and drives him wild with romance. Her hair flowing down over his arm around her neck as he leans her back to give her a kiss. Don't all the statues do such things. No, romance is so out of place. Who has romance in these days? He would probably drop her and her back would hurt more. The Christmas Letters are to be simple and give such joy and happiness. But how? Maybe, talk of her little girl. The one that brightens up the day, as well as, the night. The true treasure of God and the secret to the meaning of life the children of the world. And her little one, such spirit and special to Him, as special to me. Watching her grow with all the wonders of the world, imagination, abc's, and 123's. Smarts and intelligence being added to every day. No, who wants to hear of children these days. No, Christmas time is for good memories, the truth of the wrongs done to many of the world's children isn't for Christmas time. What to write in these The Christmas Letters? Can't talk of the journey to the gate and pass it to Above Cognitive when no one understand what cognitive means, at least, not I.
Well, the titles we have of two stories. Let's get started and think of The Christmas Letters. The first story, the first paragraph or section, I don't know. Good or bad. The readers decide. Those darn The Christmas Letters. Tonight, maybe, of how she rips his heart apart. No, no, no. Let it be of her hidden love for him and fear of letting him know. The suspense, the mystery, will she ever find the strength and tell him. No. That won't work. So many reality shows alone the same lines with more interesting twists. How about the truth of him waiting for his love, for her saving him from that horned devil? All planned by God. No, no, definitely, not God. People don't want to hear about Him. Just about old Saint Nick and sharing gifts, especially receiving them. The Christmas Letters can wait. Story two, its beginning. Baseball. What do people know of baseball, even if it is between God and Satan, that horned devil? Home runs. Been there, done that. Oh, maybe, the beach. No, too many stories of the beach already. Boy, now the stories are drying and becoming dull. How to brighten those The Christmas Letters. My soul depends upon it. Feels like the waters of Niagara Falls. Turning and turning. All twisted around the rocks and more rocks. Stories and letters, intertwined much so much. How can I begin the journey when my head is in such a spin and I am staggering left and right and all around and I will never get to the gate and Above Cognitive?
Oh, no. The Christmas Letters are more than what I thought. Includes the writings and stories on the side. How do I make all these interesting, especially for Christmas and say all the things I need to say to every one. Let me think. You think. Me think you don't think. Or, maybe, think too much. My mind battling my head, or is it my head battling my mind and soul. Or, could it be, heart and soul battling my mind and the seed of Satan in all of us. The seed of Satan what a joke. Wait! What can be more interesting than saving mankind? Saving the world. Let's not talk about how she saved me. The world is what we are talking about here. Yes. The Christmas Letters to save the world. Why hasn't anyone else think of it? Each and every The Christmas Letters say, "Merry Christmas! and Peace on Earth!" "Do you want to buy a vowel," God said with a smile. Think of what that means dare you!