Have a nice, happy holiday!
happy familiesLet's play happy families.
You can be the husband and I will be the wife. Come home and greet me with the clichéd notion of "honey I'm home." Drop your battered briefcase, remove the jacket of your threadbare hand-me-down suit.
We can have two kids, I can take them to school, dress them in salvaged clothes. I can take them to school, but they can read a book with me. I'll sit there and slowly read each word out carefully so they can follow along.
But be careful darling, a carless gesture of your hand, leads to the spilling of a glass. It will hit the plain porcelain of the tiles and shatter into a million tiny pieces.
You'll start to come home later, no longer greeting me with "honey I'm home." You will settle for "when's dinner." You'll come to see me slaving over my easy bake oven,, you'll yelp as you tread on a left out toy. Don't take it out on the kid, I'll yell tired from a hard day's work, fighting a losing battle in the effort to keep a tidy house. Yet another carless gest
The floor is lava"You touched the floor." I smile at my brother as he picks up his foot, hopping to the next pillow. I jumped to the next pillow, we had been playing the floor is lava for at least half an hour.
"Hey so did you."
"Fine, I get my foot back! There was a crash as he landed with both feet, I collapsed into the couch and started giggling. He was continuing to hop back to where I was, rolling about in stitches, he swayed slightly,
"Don't fall in." I managed to gasp through the giggles. My brother is fifteen, I'm his older sister.
For the nightSave me for the night,
Sweet and gentle. It will spare me,
From the harsh of day.
Beautiful night in which my love,
The moon, will bathe me,
In her wondrous radiance which,
Removes the cruel sting of the sun.
Whose withering sight,
Burns the very flesh,
From my bones.
If I everIf I were to love you, just for the money in your wallet, please take my possessions from me.
If I were to love you, just for the kind words you spoke to me, chide me forever more.
If I were to love you, for your rank or position, cast me down in society.
And if I were to love you for your wile and cunning, remind me of how ignorant I truly am.
For I should love you for you, and you alone. That is the true miracle of your being and let me never forget that.
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