“What a cute commercial! Look Mom, the kids got a puppy for Christmas.”
Every year I see a  commercial like that on TV and every year I flinch. I flinch, because it’s the time of the year again, when many children ask for a puppy for Christmas and I don’t blame them.
“Amazing Peace: A Christmas Poem
By Dr. Maya Angelou
Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.
Flood waters await us in our avenues.
All this time wasted Not speaking All this time hoping It would change There wasn’t much time left But we didn’t know Now you are gone RIP Sandy
I like the idea of being rare, I like it a lot.
I worked long hours this week, finished a project up and didn’t get too much beauty-sleep and it shows. It shows in my face; I look tired and I can’t wait for my date with the sandman tonight.
What if we all would be rich?
Would some still ask for more?
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I am a morning person, love life and have no problem getting up. Over the years my motivation might have changed a little bit, but why wouldn’t I want to get up? Life itself drives me and the need to pee. 🙂Â
“Hate” can be found on every corner these days, often accompanied by fear; it seems these two go hand in hand. Fear of the unknown, hate toward a stranger. “He can’t have what is mine”, like we all would be still sitting in a big sandbox building sand castles.  “Don’t touch me,”  “Don’t invade my space.” We do sound like children, what are we scared off?
These days I feel more helpless than ever before. Maybe it’s something that comes with aging. I haven’t felt that way when I was younger. I feel like I am forced to stand on the sidelines and there is nothing I can do to change the game. I try and I try, but it seems that my ideas and my ideals are pushed further and further away. Sometimes I feel like I don’t fit in anymore.
Oh, I had to laugh about today’s prompt and even though I am in puppy-raising vacation, I couldn’t help it and wanted to write something about it.