Christmas-Santa!

Christmas-Santa! (2020)

 

“Why does ole-Bapa think he’s Santa Claus?” Urchins-queried.

“Let’s just ask him; with Pride-in-Truth his-answer is-carried.”

 

“Why? Dear Santa Claus? Does ole-Bapa dare claim your-fame?”

A-smile twinkled blue sparkle-eyes. “Christmas! by any other-name!

 

“My Dad got a single 3¢-orange from Santa to-celebrate his Christmas-7.

He never-complained, his-mother, my-grandma, told his tale of-heaven.

 

“I easy-learned humility and appreciation from that-story of Christmas-Love!

In an-eternal childhood of pine-scent decorations I heard jingle-bells above.

 

“Children play-acted a kindergarten-program “Christmas Love!”-delight.

A little girl turned her “M”-card upside-down to a-“W” embarrassed-sight

 

“Those darlings’-finale celebration was meant to spell-out ‘Christ‘m’as-Love!’

Little-Isabella’s mistake emotionally-displayed for-all to-see ‘Christ was-Love!’

 

“I applauded 1^st and loudest to-celebrate child-Innocence proudly-displayed.

‘Christ was-Love!’ is true ‘Christmas-Love!’ for which mankind surely-prayed.

 

“I delighted-in-life as a child-naïve surrounded by “Love!”- complete.

Mom & Dad! Sister! Brother! Grandparents! Great-relatives replete!

 

“God sends us ‘Who’ and ‘What’ we need in perceived challenge-times.

I chose to-wear a Santa-mantle bringing smiles of golden-sun sublime.

 

“My ‘betters’ brought ‘value’ onto sacred-‘virtue’ exemplar-shining.

Each! A teacher-fine. Happy! Simply with-life! Absent worry-pining

 

“Came Lovely-Lady Candice-Leah (a-sainted/angel) Perfect Love!-Truly!

Beth! Becky! Z. Tyler! Lauren! Lexi! Anna! Graig! Alex! Jen! Baby-‘E’!

 

“’Tis better give than to-receive!’ A ‘Christian-Generosity’ adage-goes

To purpose-practice such-Grace! proclaims-‘Santa’ Christmas-shows!

 

“And, so, me angel-children whom I do-love more than life-precious,

A Santa Claus-persona fits just-fine making me-Time/Space delicious!

 

“So! I-Thank each of-thee---and, any-stranger, too…for cherished Christmas-Love!

Ole Santa celebrates sacred Life-with-Love! on-wings of yon Christmas-dove!”

 

Amen! Merry Christmas! (each & every-day! As-long-as I-can)

Alabaster Pale Full-moom (Day 2 of 2)

Alabaster-pale full moon bright

Creating shadows grey and white

Blends surreal sweetness in delight

 

All transfixed quietness even in exploded temper ’ere nature goes

Each combination different, yet still same, in gentle ebb and flow

 

Offered there true love gone holding hands in heaven’s garden upon His earth

Live statues bathed in alabaster-white refrain to value-virtue sweet pure worth

 

Alabaster-pale full moon bright

Creating shadows grey and white

Blends surreal sweetness in delight

 

Lazy “∞” upon yon dream-bed to symbolize that one forever infinity

Body life? A soul. Its own? Spirit true. Replete, to emulate divinity

 

Alabaster-pale full moon light confesses not an illuminated single solitary faux sorrow

Faith! Family! Freedom! Trinity---hope born new dawn upon the promised ’morrow

 

Alabaster-pale full moon bright

Creating shadows grey and white

Blends surreal sweetness in delight

Shadowed Graces wraithlike-night

Passionate reality, purchase-tight

Upon soft wind sacred Deity sight

Touch yonder sky to mountain height

“V”-wedge geese in migrant flight

A sin? To miss…true life! It might!

 

Amen!

 

 

 

 

Alabaster Pale Full-Moon refrain (Part 1 0f 2)

Alabaster-pale Full Moon Refrain!

 

Alabaster-pale full moon bright

Creating shadows grey and white

Blends surreal sweetness in delight

 

Image in old looking glass reflects time-traveled horizon-trace afar

Yet! Amazing site to  tired eyes, more beautiful than ever, still thou are

 

Instants, days, on into years, in lightning flash it’s all just soon been

To count the dead, to fear the next, to miss the now, commits dire sin

 

Once infant crawled, unsteady walked, ran like a fresh, sailed fair wind

Too quickly surf kissed sandy beach, found passing time not be dear friend

 

Alabaster-pale full moon bright     

Creating shadows grey and white

Blends surreal sweetness in delight

 

Fulfill dear nature-mother’s way---Always! Thy kingdom come!

Blatant-subtle instant-eon, each day-long most treasured awesome

 

Alabaster-pale full moon bright

Creating shadows grey and white

Blends surreal sweetness in delight

 

Spring Beauty-virgin Sweetness-maiden caresses dawn softly the east

Adonis-handsome tender embrace locked-hearts in lasting loving-feast

 

Southern statue subtle slowly slips on sojourn wind, nearly a silent whisper

Spawned summer storms begot of futile search for just one tempting mister

 

 

Placid western monument imperceptibly has paid pained-dues

Lake color bright kaleidoscope reflects Autumnal splendor hues

 

Sculpted marble icy-cold purviews spouse handiwork now frozen frigid

Daguerreotype slight shadowed black on white hints softly contrast rigid

 

 (Part 2 of 2 tomorrow)

Island Christmas!

Cap’n Eddie’s Christmas Catamaran

 

 

Sapphire crystal ocean liquid white-capped waves gently caressing snow-white powdery sand at beach’s edge hardly evoked thoughts of Christmas…at least, not at first blush.

Cap’n Eddie adroitly sailed his tiny twenty sailor-member catamaran expertly between swaying palm tree sentinels as the calm breakwater quickly dissolved under two foot hostile Caribbean seas with angry waves lashing the stone dikes of the receding harbor as seeming hurricane-force howling winds tore foam from tortured waves. White teeth flashed in a perpetual smile of genuine warmth as the miniscule craft bobbed like a kid’s fishing cork, climbing impossible crests only to out-of-control careen down slippery mortal troughs. At least, such was the perverted view from the would-be teak floor of the devil-craft to a tried and true land-lubber!

Two miles out, seemingly, a full month, I fully expected to see Normandy, Cap’n Eddie dropped anchor. Half, for sure, of his would-be snorkelers already suffered seasick nausea, hanging over the side of the clone of the infamous “Titanic”, for absolute sure, each “sailor” ex-pertly freely and copiously feeding the local tropical fish population---as long as the food held out! Oh! Boy! Did I hear somebody even think the word: FOOD! Gang way! Gang way!

The sadistic “Captain Bligh” laughed as he gleefully handed out goggles, breathing tubes and fins as he deftly issued diving instructions to a wretched mass of humanity too sick to any longer reason up from down. What did he say? Mate! That guy talked fast and, with a voodoo accent.

Finally, somehow, at long last, slipping through the silvery surface on the lee side of the vessel into neck-deep coolness offered a hoped for, though short-lived, slight relief from the queasiness brought on by life aboard ship, as it were. Face plate clean, after three tries, success! Flippers treading water, breathing tube in place, and, clear, for now, both eyes keenly searching the choppy water for any unfriendly, hungry, lurking sharks, praying fervently not to spy a dorsal fin, all seemed finally ready for that first view of the obfuscated underwater waiting world.

Brilliant! Spectacular! Awesome! Beautiful! Amazing!

Perfect silence enveloped reality and swept away any remnant of the outer world as the diver was abundantly rewarded for his courage with a delightful greeting from Neptune in a plethora of infinitely-colored rainbow hues visually exploded in the undersea panorama. Unending arrays of incongruous coral designs decorated the sea’s sand-bottom landscape in an eerily quiet world as countless tropical fish species effortlessly meandered the gentle ebb and flow of the undulating sea. Rhythmic reflections and shadows of surface waves traversed the soft sand bottom, offering a touch of comforting solace to the surreal experience.

Viewed from above, tethered to the earth, preferably to terra-firma, denied ascension into the cerulean heavens and normally barred from the ocean depths, only a reflective veil could be discerned while just beneath the masked surface, a bit of heaven, itself, existed on it very own--- just awaiting adventurous souls with spirit enough and boundless courage\ to take the plunge.

 

Jesus’ sacred word admonishes: Fear not! Follow me!

Miss not any adventure which is life---go forth and see!

Amen!

 

Merry Christmas!

Diamonds! Oh!-Yeah! Merry Christmas!

Christmas Diamonds

 

 

 

Wind-swept pristine frozen white fluff delicately sculpted into powdery drifts, shaped and designed and, then, refined to tasteful elegant overhanging crested waves of immaculate beauty, sparkle-glisten in frigid crispness with captured light focus assimilated by the random patterns of individual flakes. Each icy lace quite subtly, yet precisely distinctive, different from all clones, shines brightly in its own unique manner, twinkling like blue-white crystal stars strewn random upon black satin midnight dark. True miracle for the Christmas Eve, or, any gifted other.

Interspersed amongst the multitudes of those who annually celebrate Christmas, that sacred event of the birth of Jesus Christ, the Son of God made-man, a few diamonds shine with the holy light of Christianity. In the realm of exemplary “Christians”, those identified and recognized not by their own self-deluded continuous pious profession of Christ-like through practiced word and performance show, but, rather, clearly by their holy manner, action, speech, worthy deed, attitude, selfless way of living, to wit---generous, humble, kind, filled with virtue, faith, hope, charity, good, even, to a fault…those saintly types who voiceless preach by living the Golden Rule, even when no one is watching, those rare angel diamonds sparkle with the very essence of God’s own goodness as light assimilated by fine cut facets indicative of the shape of virtuosity.

       Christians---persons like…

                   Parents---who daily sacrifice so their progeny might have a better life;

                   Clergy---who dare preach the gospel accurately in the face of social adversity;

                   Teachers---who educate by example, fairness and without favoritism or excuses;

                   People---young and old, pure of heart and tender nature who live un-selfishly,

   obeying all ten Commandments, not just those they find convenient

          or easy or acceptable…

A lady approaches the century mark, soon to be one hundred years young; a fine lady, full of Grace; one who smiles naturally…and, always! And, while certainly not wealthy with silver or gold or worldly material worth, has garnered little formal education but has been perpetually kind, considerate and---what? Good? Yes, very good! Truly one of those special sparkling diamonds easily recognizable among mankind’s own. Frail of physical; Herculean of spirit!

Thankfully, the gleam within this precious stone presently in the guise of woman, shines on, in her children and, to the future with their progeny. The family cares for this lady in a manner that allows dignity, offers hope, contentment, happiness for all concerned. And, to the world, there is a steep price exacted for their sacrifice of time, love, caring; but, there are no complaints.

Only quiet examples of purity…of love…of Christians---real life, true, shining Christians!

Christians, like diamonds, catch the eye, touch the heart, lighten the soul, inspire the spirit.

That mission is what God meant for them to do---it is their sacred purpose! Amen!

 

Merry Christmas!

Ah! The very-times of our-lives! Celebrate & overcome! Amen!

 

The-“Good”! & the-“unbearable”!

(And---on a-hill stands a-cross…and, a-Light! vanquishing the-storm)

My Dear-Lovely Young-Lady Miss Sydney---

You do not know us and such is our-loss; one-day, we hope to remedy that unfortunate-circumstance; it will be our distinct-pleasure. Until then, by way of-introduction, we are Miss-Candy and, I-am, Carl; we are known to your Miss-Luaren as “Nanny” & “Bapa”, her grand-parents on her mother’s-side. Candy is the beautiful, smart-one; I’m---just…”Bapa”!? Hmm!

57-years ago, I followed her-home; she treated me so-well that 3-years later we-married; a few-weeks ago we-celebrated 54-years! She deserves a-medal (Proclamation! Fiat! Something!) For some-20 years I bragged on “my” Saint-wife; then, one-fine day, in-enlightenment, I hit my-forehead with the palm of my-hand saying, “She’s no-saint! She’s an-Angel!”

And---it’s-true…Amen! I’ve been exceedingly-Blessed! Maybe, not-deserving, but, lucky!

Here is where you get “insight” to Bapa’s eclectic-view of this awesome-universe: Though we have never-met---we Love!-you! Miss-Sydney! How!? Because our Miss-Lauren loves-you!

As you well-know, she is highly-intelligent and compassionate like you, Mayson, and Katelyn; her-friends are our-friends in-spirit. Like Miss-Lauren, we share in your abject-grief.

We are with-you! It is our honor and pleasure to call you, “Friend”!  “Thank-you” for loving our-Lauren. The obvious-friendship of the-four of-you gladdens our-hearts, makes us-Proud!

Thank-you! With quality-people like your-circle, our-world is, indeed, in very-“Good” hands!

Please accept our deepest-sympathy in this time when the world seems to have-ended. Though I “try” to-“write”, no mere-words can salve this kind of-hurt; time---will…help! Amen!

My practiced sacred-trinity has sustained this spirit for 73-years! Faith! Family! Freedom!

This mantra is the center of my-reality upon which I begin---live…and end each blessed-day!

Know that we pray for-you, your-beau’s family, relatives and friends. May you know Peace!

Sincerely & God-bless!

 

Carl & Candy Schuler

Christmas Peace!

 

 

 

Christmas Peace!

 

Newborn babe in manger lay

Man praise God eternal day

 

Innocent face sweet spectacle

God’s own Son true miracle

 

Pure as white fresh-fallen snow

Soul renew through faith restore

 

Spirit journey Christmas time

Celestial insight love divine

 

Truthful path never waiver

Eternal light Jesus savior

 

Creation awesome splendor bright

Christian family loves pure Light

 

Humble example birthday King

On bended knee mankind bring

 

Illuminate joyful peaceful earth

Eternity find in Jesus’ birth

 

Amen!