Charlie the Christmas CatCharlie the Christmas Cat7 years ago in Christmas Prose More Like This
It all started with a banana.
No, wait. Thats not quite right.
It all started with Paris.
Ive always wanted to write a story that started with Paris. The Louvre. The Seine. Notre Dame. Paree.
Ok. Let me just clarify that Im not in Paris. My friend Myra is. For Christmas. And today is the first day that Im going to check on her cat, Boots. Boots Pierre. I dont know if he is aware of his full moniker. Right now his only interest is in cat treats.
So I hang with Boots for a while. Do the usual cat chores. And as Im on my way out the door, I notice a banana in Myras kitchen. It is already spotty with brown over-ripeness, and I know in ten days time, Myra will come home to a smelly pile of mush with fruit flies. I grab the banana and head to the alley behind the
FreezingFreezing8 years ago in Winter Flash More Like This
Ive heard it said that freezing to death is not actually a bad way to die. Well, I think Ive been slowly freezing to death every winter for the past ten years, and its not a pleasant way to die either. I wonder how anyone came to that conclusion, since nobody whos been through the whole process is really in a condition to speak about it. I think its maybe just supposed to be the late stages of it that arent bad, and maybe I havent been that far, but it still seems to me that if its bad for a while it doesnt really matter if its not that bad right at the end.
Anyway, my opinion surely counts as much as anyones. Ive been through part of it, after all, repeatedly. It is as if every September I begin getting colder and colder until March when I slowly start to get warm. Its usually August before I feel completely warmed, and then of course the cycl
Poor Child's Letter to SantaA Poor Childs Letter to SantaPoor Child's Letter to Santa7 years ago in Santa Letters More Like This
So its finally December,
And I really need to say...
Ive been waiting to write this,
Since the middle of May.
Mommys sick again,
Theres blood in her cough.
A man came the other day,
He shut our electricity off.
And Daddys still not back,
Will he be here this year?
Last night when I asked,
Mommy broke down in tears.
Santa, I wont ask for much,
I dont really want much at all.
Just for things to be happy again,
For Daddy to come down the hall.
Also a new dress for Mommy,
Hers is getting pretty old.
Maybe a new coat for me,
My wrists keep getting cold.
I really hope you get this, Santa,
My wishes I hope you hear...
I know you didnt last Christmas,
But maybe you will this year.
Your friend, Timmy