Ok, let’s try this again. Perhaps you didn’t want to call attention to my misspelling of cashe… yes, I knew after I posted that I went too quickly and that it was wrong but I thought what the heck a nod to the master, Theodor Seuss Geisel, as he was always messing with words. But really, they found more of his stories! Where are all my poet and writer friends? A man who’s writing is as unmistakable as any artist out there. His poems are pure joy, his rhythm and cadence, each word is happiness. Yes, I understand the need to revere the dark and painful longing of great works but really, I’ve had enough of wars, illnesses, cancers, addictions and all that ails us. Who can not smile when confronted with Whos? And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadnt before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesnt come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 14:52:48 +0000
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