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THE PERFECT TREE

On the night before Christmas Eve, Jonas and Amanda picked out the perfect Tree and ran off to track down there Mother. When the excited twins returned, with their beleaguered Mother in toe, it was gone. They searched and searched, but the beautiful Douglas fir was gone.
“But it was right there, cried Amanda. She pointed in despair at the, now, empty space. ”It was perfect”
“Its not the only tree, guys.” Her Mother let out an exasperated sigh. “there are plenty more to choose from here.”
“No, Mom!” Jonas blurted, he was trying hard to bite back the tears. “Dad always said when you find the perfect tree, you’ll know it.”
“Well maybe it wasn’t really the right one, maybe it was the perfect tree for another family “ Mom scanned the rapidly waning selection. “what about this one?” Nope all three shook their heads.
They hunted high and low, but none could match the tree that had been.
Too tall, too scrawny, too this and too that, none could quite measure up, to the vision of perfection that had been just within their grasp.
It was getting late, and the tree guy was glancing anxiously at his watch
Mrs. Graham just smiled and said, “Don’t worry guys, tomorrow is another day,
They left with sinking hearts and tear filled eyes.

As he sat back in his seat, and watched the snow laden streets and festive lights, pass by his window , Jonas’s mind drifted back to happier times. Times long ago before his Daddy had gotten sick, and then gone to be with Great Grandma in heaven.
Dad had loved Christmas so much. Jonas smiled to himself, as he remembered them Sledding together down Gabardine hill, building the perfect snowman, Amanda had borrowed Mom’s old green scarf, and lovingly wrapped it around. His dad hoisted him up on those big strong shoulders, so he could give the snowman a face, and prop Grandpa Joes old fishing hat on top. He remembered his Fathers easy smile, and deep hearty chuckle as they lay in the freshly fallen snow giggling and making, the most ridiculous looking, snow angels.
Then they invariably had a snowball fight. Dad hunkered down behind one crudely made snow fort, while he and his Sister teamed up behind another. Looking back now, he suddenly realized that his father had always let them win. He missed his Dad more than anything in the world.
The thing he and Amanda both held nearest and dearest to their hearts though, at this time of year though, was going with Dad, to choose the Christmas tree.
They would hunt high and low, until they found one that they all agreed upon. It was a tradition, that the Graham family, had stuck to, in Mr Grahams memory; Only now, Jonas realized sadly, their perfect tree was gone.
They pulled in to the driveway, and Mom glanced over her shoulder at the twins. She studied their solemn expressions for a moment, then she said,
“That cant have been the right one, you know, but we’ll find it tomorrow, I promise.” Her smile was warm and reassuring, but Jonas gazed into his Twin Sister’s hazel eyes and realized that she felt as doubtful as he did.
Amanda went to unlock the door for them, while Jonas stayed behind to help Mom carry the shopping in. Jonas was just at the bottom step when he heard his Sister’s Joyous exclamation.
He hurried in to the house.
Amanda had a look of puzzled astonishment on her face, and her wide, hazel eyes were focused on something in the corner of the family room.
Jonas followed her gaze and gasped in amazement. For there it stood in all it’s lustrous, wintry glory,
The perfect Tree.

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BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

Brrrr it is officially cold out there, this morning! Minus any amount of degrees is cold in this moist, moderate climate, actually.

I just checked, and my vehicle’s locks and doors are frozen solid. It is quite an amazing site to behold. Jack Frost has been a very busy lad. Every car on our street is bathed in a thick latticework of pearlescent white.
The sun is trying to peak out through the fog, but the icicles hanging decoratively from the eaves have icicles of their own.

I’m really not complaining though, just making an observation.
I just came back from walking my nephew to school, and thought I would just try and post something. Naturally, the subject of The weather was foremost in my strange, little, mind.

If the calendar, the dazzling light displays and all the little helper elves bustling to and fro with their foot-long lists and bulging shopping bags, wasn’t enough, this weather is a reminder that the Holiday Season is almost upon us.

I love Christmas, and all it represents, but the commercialism involved is out of hand. This year, before the trick-or-treaters had even donned their costumes, the stores were full to the brim with festive fare.

I was at our neighbourhood Walmart on the last day of October, on some fool’s errand or other. The stock boys were erecting artificial trees, inflatable snowmen, and gift wrap, where moments before, stood racks and racks of costumes and gory accoutrements.

Time to think about shopping I guess.
I suppose I will be fashionably late again this year, oh well. I can only imagine what the Malls will be like this time next week. I never learn, do I? how about you, are you finished, way through, or panicking like I am? 🙂 Any helpful tips for hopelessly misguided gift hunters like myself?

Anyway, stay warm everyone.

Keep a smile on your face, and love in your heart,

~ CLIFFY

Dismal Day

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Dismal day,

how dare you chase my sun away.

I’m made of sterner stuff,

I’ll shine on through the grey.

I dare not let you cast a pall

on my parade.

You’re nothing but a ruse,

a game, a masquerade

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Weekly Photo Challenge: The World Through Your Eyes

Weekly Photo Challenge: The World Through Your Eyes

Spooky Old Tree

This old gnarled tree stood for years at the end of a long sloping drive. Mere moments after I took this, it was unceremoniously felled by the property owner. It was infested with dry-rot and growing to close to the power lines..
I feel badly for hardly ever noticing it until it was too late,  😦

First Harvest

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Curves Photo Challenge

image When I stare at all the wavy lines, curlicues and the nooks, crannies and spaces in between in the design of this old piece of paisley fabric. My imagination takes flight. It makes me wonder if the designer felt the same way. For instance, did he or she intend these to be a pair of fish or dolphins suspended in crystal against a field of tangerine rinds?image Was this intended to be squid tentacles erupting from a bed of kelp, hilighted against a sea of twinkling stars? image Oh look, the cross section of an elephants trunk reaching out to pluck the strings of a rainbow! image This fabric has been around since I was a very young child, and I’ve been fascinated by its intricate design, ever since I can remember. The amazing thing about it though, for me anyway, is that every time I look, I see something new.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

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DAD

I know you never want a fuss
It’s really not your way
You always take things in your stride
As you wisely go about your day

I just wanted to make it clear
That you mean the world to me
that every thing you represent
is what I strive to be.

I remember sitting on your knee
as a very little lad
and bragging to my buddies
that mine was the bestest Dad

Thanks for standing by me
when skies weren’t always blue
You’ll always be my hero Dad
my friend, my teacher too.

Love always,

~Cliff

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