in the jingle toll
of Christmas seasons approach
a task master calls

While taking an Uber, the driver explains, “I love my job, I’m my own boss, and nobody tells me what to do.”

“Turn here,” her passenger interrupts.

Ladies — quit asking Santa for the perfect man! Three times already he’s tried to kidnap me!

He saw the giant shadow, magnified onto clouds miles away, with the sun behind the person creating a halo of angelic appearance. He didn’t expect the walking on water, though.

From a true childhood story…

“We do not use the menorah like that,” Grandma said.

“But I need a little more light over here by the window so I can read,” the granddaughter countered.

“Those eight shamash are holy and not to be used for reading but for worship – besides carrying them around like that can be dangerous – so set them down and leave it be,” Grandma returned.

“I’m being careful – besides what could happen that makes them so dangerous?” the granddaughter asked as she accidentally set the drapes in the living room ablaze.

The home was a total loss.

He writes:

I lay in the rain
Under her open window
Her tears wet and warm

She responds:

She is comforted
This flowing liquid pain falls
I feel your presence

It woke her up, that glow.

His.

Spontaneous human combustion is real, as real as a broken heart.

While standing outside to bask in the glow of the Winter Solstice, I found myself aboard an alien spacecraft. They want to know how to make eggnog.

I asked, “Have you tried Google?”

Their dark, almond-shaped eyes remain unblinking as they look a one another.

Donald Trump is the second president to be impeached for humiliating Hillary Clinton.

“I am a god,” hissed Snake.

“So profound,” howled Coyote.

Raven cawed, “Do not encourage him!”