Sunday 29th November 2020.
Today i have admitted the festive season of Christmas is apon me....time to put the old memories in the right boxes...some to keep the lids tight on, some to let out and rage in the night sky of the why's and why nots can i name a year of this, or is it a total blur rolled up in all my 65 years, a crazy snowball thrown against a brick wall to slowly melt down and dribble touches of life across each coarse of brickwork i can understand if someone hates the word Christmas and yet there are those that simply love it to death...as each year spits out distant memories..torn across befuddled memories, from childhood to youth ending in a pint pot of old age. I have spent time with a fem whom hated Christmas to death and yet have spent time with a fem where Christmas starts in November..both sing there own song from childhood...
Tonight Bing Crosby sang White Christmas through my I-Pod..i thought Wow and had to press repeat....did i think of family or did i simply think Christmas and the thought of others or was i selfish in my vanity and busted bra....and thought over the years of my own self....Oranges are not the only fruit...Thus...i draw today simply thoughts of the prickles of the holly bush in reality.
To all whom pass this way love and peace..take extra care during this festive season..So Goeth...x
Tonight Bing Crosby sang White Christmas through my I-Pod..i thought Wow and had to press repeat....did i think of family or did i simply think Christmas and the thought of others or was i selfish in my vanity and busted bra....and thought over the years of my own self....Oranges are not the only fruit...Thus...i draw today simply thoughts of the prickles of the holly bush in reality.
To all whom pass this way love and peace..take extra care during this festive season..So Goeth...x