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Why Wait for Christmas Song

17 Oct

Why Wait for Christmas?

Play this brand-new Christmas song – and enjoy.

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Why wait for Christmas when you can have it every day,

Be it June or September, March, April or May.

The thing to remember is not the date or day,

But the feeling that goes behind it, so share it right away.

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Enjoy your time for living; enjoy your time on earth,

A time for celebration, a chance to spend in mirth,

Each day will go brightly as you strike out forth,

And all of this made possible because of the virgin birth.

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Why wait for Christmas when you can have it every day,

Be it June or September, March, April or May.

The thing to remember is not the date or day,

But the feeling that goes behind it, so share it right away.

 
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The Clockwork Whisperer

17 Oct
The Clockwork Whisperer

The Clockwork Whisperer

Wee Willie Winkie, through the keyhole peered,

His nightcap a funnel, his face veneer-sheared.

Not running for bed, oh no, not a dash,

But slow, like molasses in a digital crash.

 

He wore no striped gown, just a suit made of moss,

And carried a turnip where a candlestick was.

The turnip pulsed faintly, a cold, fungal light,

Illuminating the dust motes of the absolute night.

 

His voice was a rustle of static and sand,

“Are ye up? Are ye down? Is the moon in your hand?”

He wasn’t concerned with the tots tucked in tight,

But the unblinking eye of the house in the light.

 

He tiptoed past clocks that were weeping with rust,

He sniffed out the secrets of petrified trust.

And every lost sock, every marble rolled far,

Was cataloged neatly beneath a glass jar.

 

He found a small girl who was tracing a dream,

And replaced her soft blanket with a river of cream.

He whispered a formula, seven plus three,

Then peeled the wallpaper back just to stare at a tree.

 

The Wee Willie Winkie of plastic and glue,

Said, “Close up your eyelids, the sky is now blue.”

Then he vanished in silence, a slip on a tile,

Leaving nothing behind but a faint, liquid smile.

 

 
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