Talkin' Christmas Blues #1
Talkin’ Christmas
Blues #1
Well, I was sitting in my room and the radio was playing all the festive tunes, and it made me feel kind of gloomy.
Something must be done about Justin Bieber, who is practically a beaver… to all the Beliebers out there: don’t sue me!
It was five day & four days til' Christmas and I decided to go for a walk to clear my head of all the talk about how cold it is and stuff.
I had no destination in mind and I was blind to where each fork would go, but I felt kind of bold & that proved to be enough.
Being bold does count for something or other, but you can’t be too bold, because then you’d just be a silly old stupid old fool.
[If a girl calls me Santa once, I don’t worry; twice, that’s okay, too; but thrice, running fast as my body can is my general rule.]
Anyhow, my pedometer said I’d tread ten thousand steps when I took a rest after passing my old school and the pool.
As I was catching my breath and freezing like death, I saw an withered yet handsome man sat on an ancient stool.
His sign read,
“I have magic powers that can change your life; please just buy me a bite to
eat, and please: no plastic.”
My mind was intrigued but I wasn’t sure if the sign was sarcastic, for claiming to have magic powers is drastic.
I went to the nearest bakery and brought to him two croissants, three doughnuts and a cup of coffee.
Mister Mystery said, “Took you long enough to bring my stuff, but I love all the food you got me.”
“Now forget how to remember,” he whispered in my ear, “and the sum of what you really want shall appear.”
I forgot it all on that freezing December day, then out came the sun of May, the same one was here!
I said, “Wow, mister, that was sick; please show me another trick! Teach me how to play guitar & sing.”
Mister Mystery replied, “Not a soul could magic that, boy, but enjoy what fun the sun & money can bring!”
My mind was intrigued but I wasn’t sure if the sign was sarcastic, for claiming to have magic powers is drastic.
I went to the nearest bakery and brought to him two croissants, three doughnuts and a cup of coffee.
Mister Mystery said, “Took you long enough to bring my stuff, but I love all the food you got me.”
“Now forget how to remember,” he whispered in my ear, “and the sum of what you really want shall appear.”
I forgot it all on that freezing December day, then out came the sun of May, the same one was here!
I said, “Wow, mister, that was sick; please show me another trick! Teach me how to play guitar & sing.”
Mister Mystery replied, “Not a soul could magic that, boy, but enjoy what fun the sun & money can bring!”
I wasn’t sure what to say but finally replied, "I'm
glad you seem happy, and I'm grateful destiny didn't do that to me.
You can't tell by looking how someone really is, because everyone has one or two demons or maybe even three.”
He replied, “While the best things in the world happen with a smile, that's often how the worst news is delivered too.
I don’t use a sign that says ‘I grew up an orphan’, but I am and my life here represents the pudding of the proof.”
“I’m sorry for everything that’s happened to you, but I will say life will get better for you at least today”, I replied.
“Why would it?” he asked. “Because I’ve got hash!” I said. We smoked until sunrise that day and laughed so much we cried.
It seems most people love Christmas themes, so I wrote this Christmas song in a February dream… wow, Santa is a cash-cow!
It will be Christmas sometime soon… in fact, it could be Christmas now!
You can't tell by looking how someone really is, because everyone has one or two demons or maybe even three.”
He replied, “While the best things in the world happen with a smile, that's often how the worst news is delivered too.
I don’t use a sign that says ‘I grew up an orphan’, but I am and my life here represents the pudding of the proof.”
“I’m sorry for everything that’s happened to you, but I will say life will get better for you at least today”, I replied.
“Why would it?” he asked. “Because I’ve got hash!” I said. We smoked until sunrise that day and laughed so much we cried.
It seems most people love Christmas themes, so I wrote this Christmas song in a February dream… wow, Santa is a cash-cow!
It will be Christmas sometime soon… in fact, it could be Christmas now!
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