Category Archives: Holidays

Monday morning writing joke: “Carving up the profits”

A turkey and a writer walked into a local bar.

The turkey thought the writer could make him a flying star.

“I’ll tell you my life story and then you’ll write it down.

“And we’ll split all the profits when a publisher is found.”

The writer had heard such talk and promises before,

But with his feathers spread, the turkey was too big to ignore.

Getting to the heart of the matter.

Getting to the heart of the matter.

When the loud fowl finished gobbling about his wonderful life

The writer reached into his tattered pocket and drew out his carving knife.

What happen next to the turkey, we’re not sure we can ever tell

Only that the poor writer liked the bird, but only medium well.

Now, let this be a lesson about where the writer will start.

The pen may be mightier than the sword, but the knife can cut to the heart.

–by David E. Booker

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Freeform Friday: “Bah … Festival”

Bah … Festival

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[Poet’s note: My poetic response below is to the message in the link above.]

Happy festival of planets and stars
of magic men that travel from afar
of little people who slave all night
in the cold so someone else can take flight.
Happy festival of growing debt
of presents you don’t want or haven’t seen yet
of holiday cheer without smiles
of jammed parking lots and lines for miles.

Yes, Merry Christmas to you and yours,
attending parties that feel like chores.
Yes, Merry Christmas and presents, too,
and the tree that lights: red, green, and blue.
You say, “Merry Christmas is all I’ll hear,
and please don’t feel less of any good cheer.
Kwanzaa and Hanukkah, well they’re just fine.
You have yours and I’ll have mine.”

So in this season of brotherly love,
of peace, good will, and stuff from above,
when a big fat man dressed all in red
driving flying reindeer and a toy-laden sled
slides down your chimney in the middle of the night,
even if you don’t have any, though you just might,
coming at the moment when your dreams are strong
and hope has it greatest chance to belong,
I hope you have a Merry Christmas without dread
and don’t let Happy Holidays play with your head.
For if you do and you then let it stew
your heart will miss out of the headiest of brews.

Have a ho-ho-ho-whole lot of fun this holiday season.

Have a ho-ho-ho-whole lot of fun this Holiday Season.

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The All-American Chef

For Christmas, the blathering idiot received a BBQ mitt and a cooking apron. Across the front of the apron, above three embroidered stars was the phrase, also embroidered and in all capital letters: ALL AMERICAN CHEF.

The blathering idiot was happy to receive such a gift. He prided himself on his outdoor grilling skills, and after all an All American Chef should have all-American tools to help him create his all-American dishes. He tried on the mitt: it fit great with plenty of room. The apron was adjustable and the red color pleasantly suited him.

Though the weather was a winter cool, he decided to grill out. What better way to show off that he was an ALL AMERICAN CHEF? He pulled out his grill, poured in the charcoal briquettes, and was ready to start the fire.

All American Mitt and apron made in China

All American mitt and apron made in China

But before he started, the blathering idiot wanted to make sure he took good care of this apron and mitt, so he turned over the tag to see how to care for these new tools. After all, a good chef always takes care of his tools. And in all caps, he read that his ALL AMERICAN CHEF mitt and apron had been MADE IN CHINA.

The blathering idiot didn’t feel so ALL AMERICAN any more.

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I’ll take five

For the Star Trek fan in all of us.

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Oh, Santa Baby…

A little holiday cheer in a tough economic year.

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The Twelve Days of Chaos

Happy Holidays … if you dare.

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And the lights come tumblin’ down

Across the street, the neighbors have already removed all their Christmas decor. The exterior decorations and lights were gone before New Year’s Eve and the tree in their window was not lit up last night, so I can only assume it, along with the candles they had in their second-floor windows has been taken down for the season. Up the street, a house that had a yard full of lighted things, including an inflatable snow-globe of a reindeer helping to pull Santa out of a chimney, was not lit last night. In other places around the neighborhood the lights were off or parts of them were burned out and not replaced. Ah, such is the end of the Christmas season. Soon, I will be taking our exterior lights down and packing away our inflatable tableau of Charlie Brown, Snoopy, his dog house with Woodstock sitting on top holding on to a wreath. But at 18 degrees F right now, I may wait a day or a few to see if it warms up a little.

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