Skip to main content

Translate

The Christmas Explorer

                                                            Image result for 1920s camera

      Look now, at our brave explorer, courageously standing inches away from the throes of death. The beast is before him, and he carefully maneuvers between the native foliage. Down on his hands and knees, he crawls forward, just a few feet away from the savage creature he was sent to document. We watch as he grabs his canteen; nay, his handkerchief! Our brave explorer wipes the sweat from his brow. Even our brave hero is experiencing nervous tension.
It is the final moments. Our explorer crouches, hiding, waiting.
 Slowly, he moves forward, lifts the outer covering of the beast's home, and yanks it out!
Leaping lizards! Good gracious me!
 And our explorer comes out alive!
Now you see him, standing in the midst of the refuse of old Christmas boxes, pulling the beast out, one twinkly light out at a time.
 Yes, sir, the strings of Christmas lights, the monster of every modern explorer. But our's executes the un-knotting, unfurling, and re-twisting on of light bulbs with such dexterity, skill, and speed, that the lights are up, surrounding the house with a glow of good cheer.
 Our explorer has successfully placed the twinkly lights up, a task of bravery and heroism.
                                           We bid you adieu, explorer, and good night.

Comments

  1. mommymouseDecember 11, 2017 at 7:32 AM

    You are such a gifted writer!! LOVE you

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

No Strings Attatched

"I've got no strings to hold me down, to make me fret, to make me frown!" sang little Pinocchio as he danced glibly around the stage, string-less and worry-less, as the other puppets look sadly on, connected by strings like true marionettes. Maybe you recognize this scene from the 1945 Disney Pinocchio movie. For some reason, that made me think about our strings. I think we pride ourselves to be like Pinocchio: chipper, happy, and totally independent (although not quite as wooden.) Well, in reality, we are totally dependent on God. Our talents, our future, our past, our present, and our circumstances are all in the hand's of God. Sure, our decisions change things, but God's in control; nothing we do happens without Him planning it. Good grief, we don't even control our body! You can't tell your cells to burn glucose to give you energy, or your heart to beat, or your stomach juices to digest the food. (Say it with me, eww . Very good.) But God looks after u...
1 comment
Read more

An Ode to My iPod: Part 2

iPod, you were in your plastic baggy I stared at you as I cleaned the kitchen How broken you were! The rice could not fix you, it seemed A friend suggested I get a new one Replace you, dear iPod? I had no other choice! You've been with me through a lot, dear iPod Through my first couple basketball games Through that terrible thunderstorm I listened to you during my sad times I played you when I was happy Your music reminded me of good memories Why, wonderful iPod, why did I let you get wet? It was such an innocent thunderstorm I held you as I listened to your song But was it for the last time? I listened to you as we drove long miles Your ability to store music astounds me So many memories are in those songs! My little iPod, you played as we grouted the porch You were beside me in the late nights when I couldn't sleep You lie on my pillow, supplying me with audio as I draw Dear little iPod, your music kept me running I guess I shall have to say good-bye,...
1 comment
Read more

Day 21

  Hey, Page Turner here! Back for day 20 in my countdown to Valentine's Day. There is a lot of romance movies out there. One of my personal favorites is Princess Bride. ( spoiler alerts ahead)  I mean, come on. " My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." It doesn't get much better than that, does it?! Princess Bride is a humorous romance complete with a kidnapped princess, shrieking eels, giants, sword fights, Miracle Max, betrayal, and a dashing hero. The best part is the entire story is read by a grandpa to his sick grandchild, a young kid with a cynical sense of humor and boyish distaste for romance. The movie follows the love story of Buttercup and Wesley, two peasants who are madly in love. Their story is cut short when Wesley dies at the hand of the Dread Pirate Robertson, and Buttercup is given to the prince to marry. As the days count down to her wedding day, Buttercup is kidnapped by a Spaniard swordsman, a kind-hearted giant, and a se...
Post a Comment
Read more

Followers