The Bag Lady

Know any gnomes?

https://lindaghill.com/2019/12/25/one-liner-wednesday-rainbow-christmas/

Try to erase the deep oak strength of lost love.

It can’t be done.

You can reach down, deify the anchor it once was

Or entrust the pathology to something new

Your personal initials now on a green husk

With fresh visions of what it may hold.

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https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2019/12/23/wordle-161-2/

I asked for a friend

He gave me love

I said I was lonely

He gave me children

I asked for a change

He gave me freedom

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/12/24/photo-challenge-295/

The wrap is all sitting there on the stand.

Various colors glow and shine

Lots of ribbons to curl and entwine

Beautifully tied on each package you are giving.

You feel you’ve scored and feel a blush

Because you have beaten the holiday rush

Children cheer and eyes twinkle as they blow open your work

All that time wasted, but you’d never shirk

A bag stuffed with tissue instead of a wrap

Who would be happy with that?

🎄🎄🎄

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2019/12/21/wordle-435/

It’s almost twelve, see the clock?

Time for goblins, and seers to mock

The hour of all scary things

Midnight is when it all begins.

Not a believer I hear you say

Well that’s fine until the day

You go to bed at nine or ten

Try to sleep but can’t and then

It starts.

A creaking, squeaking, maybe a thump

A dragging, a moaning from the trunk.

You know that old one sits in the hall

I’m sure you won’t be bothered at all

It’s probably only the wind

Surely it’s nothing that’s in

That old thing, it couldn’t be

Might get out of bed and take a look see.

Feet are feeling a bit unsteady

Round the corner thinking I’m ready

The trunk stands open and hanging out

Is that a hand? Who are you, I shout!

No answer but it seems to rise

I need to go back to bed, be wise

It’s only a dream I think to myself

As the clock chimes twelve times from the shelf

I run back to bed, hide in my room

Only a nightmare, not a figure of doom.

The clock stops striking the bell

It seems the creature went back to hell.

Tomorrow that trunk is leaving this abode

And the clock–I want one with a digital mode.

https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2019/12/25/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-week-52/

A lot of babbling and laughing going on yesterday making cookies. One of the dogs was not impressed:

Some of the masterpieces:

Syd is quiet:

http://cyranny.com/2019/12/24/babble-word-of-the-day-challenge/

💃🕺💃🕺

https://rugby843.blog

Inspired by the entry from Susi at iwrite her.com, I have to say thank you! You know who I’m talking about, this is for you. . .special people who gave me comfort and joy when I was not feeling the holiday spirits. I wish you all good health above all and a huge hug🤗. You were here for me.❤️

❄️❄️❄️

Not being or feeling my best

Different it seems from all the rest

Where’s Santa and the reindeer hooves

I can’t hear them on my roof

Feeling not so good spirit wise

But good friends opened my eyes

It’s not about you, you dope

It’s all about love and hope

Forget the typos and grammar correct

Light the lights put the tree erect

Troubles always are there, so forget

Enjoy the season and you’ll have no regrets.

❄️❄️❄️

https://iwriteher.com/2019/12/23/im-here-for-you/

https://amanpan.com/2019/12/23/brewnspew-weekly-prompt-comfort-and-joy-december-23-2019/

‘Twas, ’twas? Oh well, it was

The night before Christmas

And all at my daughter’s

With presents to open

And to see all the others

Romance abounds in the frosty air

An engagement announced by a loving pair

This news makes the spirit appear

Sees other troubles all disappear

It’s the heart not the chimney or all the presents

Times like these we need that longed for essence

https://godoggocafe.com/2019/12/24/christines-daily-writing-prompt-the-night-before-christmas/