Rudolph & Peter
(a Merry Christmas & Happy Easter holiday-“tail”)
Being
ole Santa Claus merits a great deal
of satisfaction for the jolly bearded-benefactor.
An
inexhaustible bag-of-toys disbursed to “good” little girls and boys across the
world on Christmas-Eve each year; it’s a huge undertaking---but…somebody just
has to do it. I reckon so.
But,
while ole Santa manages to provide “smiles” and “cheer” to myriad urchins who
eagerly celebrate his annual pilgrimage, Mrs. Claus works her fingers to the
bone helping the elves while receiving none of the accolades bestowed by a
grateful-following upon her “saintly”-kind husband. Not being the “complaining”-type
(after all, she is married to Mr. “Wonderful” and would not dare do anything so
vile as to tarnish ole Santa’s reputation), never-the-less, Mrs. Claus harbors “secret” wants and needs.
Heaven help the dear lady should Mr. Claus ever deduce his beloved wife’s
penchant for---(Oh! Say it isn’t so)…Easter!
God forgive the poor-wretch!
When
“Ma”-Claus began wearing a fluffy white “nighty” to bed, ole Santa’s “ears” went up.
Now,
nobody ever accused Santa-man of being inattentive, and, he is quite obviously
the consummate-detective discovering all
those many secret-desires of countless children for Christmas-presents, so,
slowly, but, eventually, he realized Mrs. Claus penchant to love Easter.
And---being
“Santa Claus”…he fulfilled Mrs. Claus’ “secret” desire…he gave her a “rabbit”!
Overwhelmed
with pleasure at ole Santa’s perspicacity and generosity toward her, she gave
her kind-husband a big-kiss and promptly named the rabbit: Peter-cottontail.
It
was the very best Christmas-gift Santa had ever given her. She adored Peter’s
big-ears!
Now,
Santa’s sleigh and the “famous” reindeer-8 and Rudolph were kept in the
Christmas-town barn on the North Pole farm where the elves worked tirelessly
making toys for good-children to be delivered on Christmas-Eve each and every
year. In the Spring-time months and through the Summer into Fall, Mr.
Peter-cottontail often ventured into the deer-barn where he entertained the
reindeer with antics showing off his white cotton-tail and pointed long-ears;
ole Peter and Red-nosed Rudolph became fast friends; pretty cool riding on a
“flying” reindeer!
When
the snow flew, Mrs. Claus brought Peter into the house-comfort to spend the Winter.
Well!?---Rabbits
will be rabbits!? I reckon so and…one day ole-Peter chewed through the
Christmas tree extension cord! The lights flickered---and…went “out’! Drats!
A
Snap! Crackle! & Pop! with a buzz
sent Peter into the wall! (Santa considered “Hasenpfeffer”!) Being pragmatic,
as well as generous, the great “bearded”-one figured: Why waste a fine
winter-feast? Then, plans ruined by a degenerate-inconsiderate rabbit, Peter
came to.
“Oh!”
Gasped Mrs. Claus when she spied the “damage” her Peter-rabbit has suffered:
One of his ears refused to stand at attention any longer; one lonesome
“floppy”-ear covered an eye. Ohh!
Ole
Peter cottontail manages to adapt quite adequately, the errant ear actually
made him even more adorable to Mrs. Claus; the reindeer and Red-nosed Rudolph
found his theatrical-performances more-consuming with a hint of “humor”
incorporated into the act. They cheered!
Fate rears its
ugly head! Rudolph liked to sleep in the hay stack
protruding his red-nose just outside so he could breathe easier. At Easter,
bully-boy Billy-Bob thought he had found the “magic”-Easter egg when the
“red”-glow in the hay stack caught his eye. He nearly jerked ole Rudolph’s
“claim-to-fame” off his head before Peter-cottontail came to the deer’s rescue.
Rudolph
recovered! The two became inseparable; Peter even put Rudolph in his road show:
Here comes Peter cotton-tail &
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer!
Merry
Christmas & “Happy Easter!”
And---
Hail! Fellow Christian Soldiers!
(a Christmas plea)
Hail! My faithful fellow believer
celebrants. Proudly: Praise! Honor!
Glorify! God!
Time is hereby justly noted that it is
imperative for the Christian community to literally throw down the gauntlet of
their belief in open challenge to the secular humanist protagonists who wage an
intensely focused coordinated attack on our traditional values: Faith! Family! Freedom!
Evil perverts purity through pointed-pernicious
deception in its manifest masquerades running the lukewarm gamut of insults
from innuendo and half-truths to stabbing outright un-truths; and, the effort
is well-planned, well-funded and purposely defined. To wit: Christmas songs
have been playing on the air waves since early autumn, however, and, this is
most telling, only a very minute percentage are Christian hymns. An accident? A coincidence? Hmm!?
Nativity displays banned from public
property; how long until “someone” is offended because a Christian dares honor
their beliefs on private property but the exhibit can be viewed from a “public”
street? “Outrageous!” you say. “Never happen!” you decree. Oh! Really? An
obviously, and, self-admitted, socialistic government has pointedly demonized
many Christmas traditions and blatantly outlawed other icons they deem support
Christian religion in any manner. Wow!
Christ’s birth and resurrection are the
basic tenets of Christianity! Amen!
I will stand to be counted first to
defend anyone’s right to believe as their conscience dictates, allowing their
personal motivation to interfere with that spiritual doctrine as they may so
choose. However, “Merry Christmas” is our Christian celebration and I
purposefully invite the secularist “Happy holiday” crowd to seek their own
tradition to celebrate, or ignore, if they so dare; if not, they can, quite
simply, do without! But, leave our sacred Christian values---alone! Amen!
The delightful characters in our
presentation of the book “Christmas Treasures” proudly display the badge of
Christian traditions based in love of faith and family exemplified in speech,
deed, manner and action toward all, friend and stranger alike. Their
faith-based beliefs preclude them from declaring hostile battle on the
ill-informed secular humanists who openly proclaim that Christians are their
sworn enemy; but, the battle lines are clearly drawn and the warfare we wage on
evil in the spiritual dimension in all of its clandestine disguises through the
dark one’s pathetic masquerade is “Just” and we refuse to be either intimidated
or dissuaded. Amen!
The ultimate resolution? Scripture, in
Revelation, decrees that the “good” guys win!
Merry Christmas!
Join us! My fellow Christian
soldiers!
Enjoy! Amen!
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