Wednesday, March 19, 2014

 

Getting Along


Three Christmas Paragraphs

"God bless us every-onnnnne!"  Santa, in Bermuda shorts, falling
into The Diplomat's pool.

Hoad met the last bus, but no Marie. Back to Kool Kup, his cell on.
There, the few speculated on what could've happened.

After Mom's death, the original garage was sold. Now, Walt presides over The Tuneup Center’s purchase by Dollar Bonanza. That money gets Dad into Pine Murmur, where he insists on Christmas, Bitsy coming early to cook. And drink: "Somebody's car was always more important than the two of us!" Dad says no cars would’ve meant no college! Walt smooths it over, and they eat, then exchange gifts. Next year, his place!--Dr Mauro expecting Lornette to be discharged from Bide a Bit soon. Bitsy starts crying because her recently-departed Rence had been the only man she truly ever...! Dad switches off the chandelier so they can enjoy the tree.

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Thursday, December 04, 2008

 
Santa

-Okay. Don't respect me, but respect the uniform!

-Fuck you Santa! Junkie and boozer!

-Santa transcendent! He beats the odds!

-Oh yeah? Well, remembering yet another chapter:
I'm not about to let any kid of mine sit on your lap.

-Oh ye of little faith!

-Uh huh. Well, it's never been a problem. Quite the opposite.

-Well, fuck you squared! And all the way from the North Pole!
Up your smug ass from Donner and Blitzen! Plus the three
wise men for good measure!

-Stay with the secular. It forms a nation surrounded by swamps of
fools, knaves, and maniacs. Of myths and of The Church.

-Where’s the romance in you?

-Killed by aforementioned.

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