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~~ A Christmas Story ~~   2 comments

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‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring…, except one little gray mouse

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The dog asleep on a chair by the fire

Soon joined by the cat, when she chose to retire

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Humans all sleeping tucked tight in their beds

Dreams about Christmas danced ’round in their heads

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He scouted the house from his spot by the broom

Making sure that all was safe in the warm, quiet room

He scampered ‘cross the room, feeling happy and free

Around past the furniture and he ran up the tree

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Where from limb to limb popcorn garlands were strung

And from it, well spaced, small cookies were hung

Up the tree, to a limb, ever higher he scampered

Crunching and munching and feeling well pampered

Then from a room up above he heard a noise

And thought that it might be one of the boys

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Sneaking down the stairs quiet and quick

Hoping to catch a brief glimpse of St. Nick

Down from the tree and across the room

He scampered to his hiding place behind the broom

All was quiet as he went back to his hole

and dropped the armful of popcorn safe in his bowl

He crawled into the matchbox that served as his bed

Pulling the covers up over his head

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Then later that night, though he didn’t have proof

He thought he heard sleigh bells high up on the roof

Next morning what a wonderful sight did he see

But piles of presents there under the tree

And a box full of popcorn and cookies and cheese

The little mouse smiled as big as you please

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For Santa had come to the little green house

And left a Christmas gift for the little gray mouse.

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Good Night Everyone !

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Posted December 19, 2017 by PapaBear in Family, holiday, Poetry, Story

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55 Years and 6 Days   Leave a comment

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Some of you may recognize this.  It’s an annual tradition of mine.  It’s to honor the memory of a time precious to me, and a brief part of my life shared with a beautiful young woman who chose to share her love with me.

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At the beginning of December
Conversations turned to snow
It was always in her questions
Wherever we would go
I promised I would take her
So that finally she would know
But angels came to take her home
And she never saw the snow.
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As the chill of winter settles on the land and brings gray clouds the horizon, memories of another December come to mind and I feel a presence, and I hear a soft whisper, “Don’t fret dearest.  I’ve been with you all this time, every day of every year…, and, yes darlin’, even in the snow”.  A quick caress and she is gone again. Christmas…., a time we were, sadly, never to be able to share with each other.
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In memory of Gayle Marie
December 10, 1962 Heaven gained another angel…, and another star shone brightly in the night sky…., 55 years and 6 days ago.
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Good Night Everyone

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Merry Christmas

Posted December 18, 2017 by PapaBear in A Little Romance, Experiences, Family, holiday, Memories, Personal, Photo, Poetry, Prose

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Stuff ‘n’ Things   3 comments

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     Well, it’s been a short summer, but a longer time than I’ve had time to call my own.  What with a few short 2 day trips here and there, and projects around the house & yard, and….., well I never would have believed that grandkids could take up so much of my time!!!!!  Aside from the above, I’ve been fishing a bit…, and painting…., and doing a lot of readin’ and relaxin’, but not too much writing, as you’ve probably noted .  Other than being busy a lot, I’ve enjoyed it all. 

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A color pencil work…..

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….and a watercolor

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Well, the clock is pushin’ on toward midnight here and I should probably be

calling it a day before my eyes slam completely shut so………

OK, OK….. goodnight everybody !!!

~ Night Dreams ~   1 comment

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Tonight I am far away.

I am in another time and space, holding a beautiful young girl in my arms and dancing to

the melody of a soft, slow waltz.  She is smiling sweetly.  No words are spoken.  None need

be as our hearts are so entwined that each knows instinctively what the other is thinking.

There are at least a hundred other people at the dance but we neither see nor hear them as

we are lost in an intimately private world of our own.

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The music in the Buena Vista ballroom died and the band packed up and was leaving.  We danced out onto the veranda to the music that kept playing in our hearts that night.  Til then, neither had voiced the words “I love you”, but we’d heard them a thousand times in each other’s eyes.

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~~~ December’s Angel ~~~   Leave a comment

Some of you may recognize this.  It’s an annual tradition of mine.  It’s to honor the memory

of a time precious to me, and a brief part of my life shared with a beautiful young woman

who chose to share her love with me.

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At the beginning of December

Conversations turned to snow

It was always in her questions

Wherever we would go

I promised I would take her

So that finally she would know

But angels came to take her home

And she never saw the snow.

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As the chill of winter settles on the land and brings gray clouds the horizon, memories of another December come to mind and I feel a presence, and I hear a soft whisper, “Don’t fret dearest.  I’ve been with you all this time, every day of every year…, and, yes darlin’, even in the snow”.  A quick caress and she is gone again. Christmas…., a time we were, sadly, never to be able to share with each other. 

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In memory of Gayle Marie
12/10/1962 Heaven gained another angel…, and another star shone brightly in the night sky.

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~ Celebrate ! ~   3 comments

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To my many friends all around the world, may this holiday season bring you all of your favorite wishes come true.

My wish for all of you is for Happiness, Peace, and Love in the greatest measure possible.

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Posted December 21, 2016 by PapaBear in Experiences, Family, Personal, Prose

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The Night Before   2 comments

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Golden-Floral-Christmas-Tree-Vector-Graphic[1]

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring…, except one little gray mouse

4178__435_mysz1

The dog sound asleep on a chair by the fire

Soon to be joined by the cat, as she chose to retire

dog-bed1

Humans all sleeping tucked tight in their beds

Dreams about Christmas danced ’round in their heads

romance-dreaming-of-christmas1

He scouted the house from his spot by the broom

Making sure that all was safe in the warm, quiet room

He scampered ‘cross the room, feeling happy and free

Around the furniture and he ran up the tree

christmas-crafts-garland_6121

Where from limb to limb popcorn garlands were strung

And from it, well spaced, small cookies were hung

Up the tree, to a limb, ever higher he scampered

Crunching and munching and feeling well pampered

Then from a room up above he heard a noise

And thought it might be one of the boys

20111218-1912381

Sneaking down the stairs quiet and quick

Hoping to catch a brief glimpse of St. Nick

Down from the tree and across the room

He scampered to his hiding place behind the broom

All was quiet as he went back to his hole

and dropped the armful of popcorn safe in his bowl

He crawled into the matchbox and into his bed

Pulling the covers up over his head

santa_claus_31

Then later that night, though he didn’t have proof

He thought he heard sleigh bells up high on the roof

Next morning what a wonderful sight did he see

But piles of presents under the tree

And a box full of popcorn and cookies and cheese

The little mouse smiled as big as you please

a-christmas_house-12456981

For Santa had come to the little green house

And left a bit of Christmas for the little gray mouse.

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Good Night Everyone !

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Posted December 16, 2016 by PapaBear in Experiences, Family, Memories, Personal, Poetry, Story

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