Check out the real feel temp!
But it’s snowing! Cool. . .or should I say COLD!
Okay, who wants to take an old lady out to make a snow angel?
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Check out the real feel temp!
But it’s snowing! Cool. . .or should I say COLD!
Okay, who wants to take an old lady out to make a snow angel?
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Alexi watched the snowfall with narrowed eyes. It was two days before Christmas and he had no money for presents. This would be the solution, snow!
“I’ll just go door to door and shovel as many walks as I can for the next two days. That should get me enough money for my mom’s present.”
Alexi had seen his mother gazing into the shop window with that far away look in her eyes. She was looking dreamily at an old watch. The watch had a chain and a part that you could push and it would spring open.
The pocket watch was taken to the pawn shop by her husband, when he was too sick to work. Money had always been a problem for the small family, but this was his dad’s last effort.
After two days of hard work, Alexi stepped into the pawn shop and retrieved his father’s watch. Now at least his mother would be able to hold it while thinking of her husband. Alexi’s dad died the year before.
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It was the presence of the children, new to the idea of Christmas, or presents! They gazed in awe at the orphanage’s living room, complete with a huge decorated tree surrounded by brightly wrapped gifts.
“Holy crap” yelled the oldest, a thirteen year old boy who’d spent the last couple of years homeless. His clothes were ragged and holey, and the warm room was a nice refuge.
The church van went searching every Christmas Eve and gathered up as many street kids they could find, a wholly beneficial act of kindness.
I don’t understand the laws of the road.Β My grandson was driving the firetruck, a long big one, lights flashing, sirens screaming, at a green light. His green.Β An older woman turned right in front of him causing him to swerve and hit a curb.Β No one was injured. Did she see him?Β How could she not?Β Did she hear him?Β How couldn’t she?Β She was obviously not able to drive safely.Β You see it all the time. . .
This is what bugs me about driving laws.Β People driving drunk can kill a family but they still have their car and license.Β Is it their lawyers, the laws, the government?Β When are we going to get these laws changed?Β My solution is, drive drunk or mentally incapacitated and you not only lose your license, but your vehicle as well.Β Maybe that would stop this behavior before more innocents are killed.

She had been in love with him since the age of ten, best friends, spent all their time together, and now as an adult, he was still her best friend.
The time came when she felt she had to tell him she wanted to be more than friends. Being near him caused such passion to arise, her face flushed at his touch. However, he didn’t seem to notice, She asked him to dinner, only this time she dressed provocatively, offering candlelight, soft music, and his favorite dish.
He arrived, awkwardly surprised by her dress, bouquet of only white roses.

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We aren’t just what “they” call ornaments. We are boxed together for approximately ten to eleven months a year and it’s cold and dark in that box. But we all endure this small torture in order to come out for about two months to the light of day and the glow of firelight at night. We sometimes are handled roughly by children or old people, dropping us as they fumble with attaching us to a tree limb. Sometimes that destroys us if we are made of glass, but me and the tree beside me don’t have that problem. We are durable and have been used over and over again.
We look forward to the release, to be able to swing free on a branch of the Christmas tree. And if we are extremely lucky, we get to hang from a real tree and the scent of the fresh tree is heavenly. Even decorating an artificial tree is a sense of freedom for a short time.
I don’t think people realize how grateful we are to be free, seen and admired. And they forget how much we like being able to observe them, especially the children.
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This is the time of year when many parts of the world act communally. They donate time and money to help others in their communities. Sometimes they actually make sandwiches or foodstuffs and deliver it to the less fortunate, homeless, or poverty stricken areas. Food and clothing make good donations. These actions occur mostly in the holiday season and for that the recipients are all grateful. The ideal of course would be that these actions happened all year long.

Happy holidays to all. Writing on a blog is one of our privileges. I feel very fortunate this year. Thank you for your support!

The old guy at the corner every day, begging for help, a job, a dollar, a McDonalds. . .Yul is his name, given to him at birth. He had a cockney accent I loved to hear. I drop some coins into his hat as I do every day. “Thanks, mum” he says. You’ll notice I put only a few coins every day, just enough for a hamburger or cup of coffee. It’s a way of celebrating the Yule every day instead of just during the holidays.
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I would if I could, but I’m mostly an at-home person. This was Fiction. I hope you are all having a wonderful Christmas season.
http://lindaghill.com/2017/12/22/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-23-17/

It’s almost Christmas
Santa and reindeer ready
Nativity set
Bright ornaments and snowmen
The joy of family love
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Michael, I could only think of one thing for the “act of kindness” Prompt. It is the blog post by my friend Suze at suziland.net about her actions the other day. Enjoy!
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