December come preaching the language of death. Once upon a time, nuclear war was a damn thing. Even had a government pamphlet on how to poop in a bin bag and live off bath water ’till the radiation killed you. I didn’t know much about loss when I was fourteen but I sure as hell figured out that death wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to you.
So back then there were weekends when I’d stand in the town square trying to reason with anyone who’d listen. Most times people were kind in December. Most other times they wouldn’t even look at me. Most other times if they could’ve raised a gun to my head, they would. Talking treason, they said. Most times. But December don’t care none about treason, November got all that covered in the scheme. December says, It sure as hell feels like a waste of time to me. I got enough trouble keeping the darkness from joining hands.
Most times December say, Shit, you bringing the same old blood on snow worship again? Fear been flicking a slide show through the what-next catalogue? And yeah, all these years down the line nuclear war is still a damn thing, ‘cept now we have scented bin bags and showers full of bottled water. Everything ready frayed at the edges. Too much slay in the sleigh. Too much snowman in the fallout. Christmas come early, if you get your mind to that way of thinking. December say, It’s all the same to a dead tree. Most times.
December – the darkest month. A nuclear war won’t change that. Neither will a christmas tree.
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D for Darkness. D for Death. D for December. D for Did I buy enough Sellotape?
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😀
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That was made from a D, too. : D
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D for depression and suicide as well. Check the stats on that fact, Jac. And so glad you’re back…I’m motivated again to keep writing just to keep up with you…admittedly, I’ve been slackin’ lately.
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Hahahaha hahahaha awesome 😀
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Glad to be back too, very glad if I am motivating more of your writing, my friend.
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So many great lines…”December don’t care about treason, November got that covered in the scheme”…and “fear been flicking a slide through the what next catalogue”… damn. I know I’ve said it before, but I envy your ability to condense so much power into so small a piece.
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indeed you are…
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“It’s all the same to a dead tree” A multi-faceted gem, right there. Including what passes for “lit” these days. All the same to the dead tress on which it lives…
And about that tape. Buy three packs on sale one December, next December don’t know it ain’t full price or new.
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Glad to see you back.
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Marvelous! Yes some of us back when did try to reason the unreasonable with the unreasoning. It wasn’t a waste of time: I learned a lot about people that way. I learned that I didn’t want to be one of them.
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Bring Tea. Your the main character in my latest post….
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You’re…
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Thanks for finally giving me something to read that puts me in the proper Christmas mood 🙂
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Gaahhh! I’ve missed you! 😍❤
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Man, I’d not considered the book angle.
Great tip on the bargain tape; next December don’t know sale from sail.
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Dang, that’s such a lovely thing to say. Thanks, babe.
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Thanks, mate. It’s flippin’ good to be back.
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Yes! That’s a really good way to look at it. I remember one guy screaming in my face, and all the time I was thinking – man you’re as scared about all this as I am.
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It’s close to bedtime, I’ll bring Hot Chocolate and Cookies.
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Glad to be of service. I’m having a Halloween themed Christmas tree this year. Eyebaubles and Intestinsel.
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Yay!
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I hope all is well with you, my friend!
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Yeah, I’m good. Study has eased off till next year, it’s great to have some breathing space. What about you?
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Yes, breathing is good! I’m getting on okay. 🙂 Do you have lovely Christmas plans?
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Sleep, eat, repeat. Read things that I don’t have to write an essay on. Hugs. More hugs. Bad singing and TV.
You?
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Breakfast at my daughter’s. Christmas Tacos at my in-laws’ for lunch. Dinner at my dad’s. It will be a long day. Le sigh..
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Yay! No cooking required at all. I seem to have slithered my way out of cooking too. We are awesome.
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Hell, yes! And no kitchen clean-up either!
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I know! We just get to be hilarious and eat great food. Papa said there’d be days like these.
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….awesome?
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Hahahahaha! We are the Queens!
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Exactly, and they called us paranoid.
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Yep!
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Superb. Throw in a mechanical angel with a 36 degree rotating head and a penchant for blasphemy on the top of tree and you’ve got a winner
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Ha! I have a skull at the top, such was my one dimensional thinking. I shall amend.
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Insanely creative 🙂
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So my invisible friends tell me.
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Loving it
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