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Susanna Hill’s Holiday Contest

PiBoIdMo really encouraged me to come out of my shell and take chances with my writing. So, here I am taking a chance at a holiday contest (weird for me, right?). In a nutshell, the contest was to write a story beginning with any version of “Rocking around the Christmas tree at the Christmas party hop.”  Without further ado, here goes nothing (oh, and it helps if you sing along):

Picture Perfect

Sniffin’ around some strangers’ legs

while my human’s fixing food.

Music and spices fill the air;

it’s a really festive mood.

 

Circling ’round this indoor tree

cuz I really have to go.

Box after box is in my way.

Why’s my human screaming “NO!”?

 

Going through my doggy door,

I just don’t understand

why I’m in the cold. It’s snowing!

Thankfully, I’m finally going

 

back inside in front the fireplace.

There’s my human all alone.

Snuggled up close we happily

take some selfies with his phone.

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Family Magentas

Posted in Life by Ashley Franklin on January 1, 2011
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It’s New Year’s Eve. Ever since I’ve been on this Earth, I’ve spent every New Year’s Eve at church. This holds true with maybe an exception of 2. This year I’m spending a quiet evening at home. Well, it’s not really all that quiet. The neighbors have been setting off firecrackers for the past two hours. Throughout the day I’ve been thinking back to past New Year’s Eves. Sometimes the day was filled with shopping for an outfit to wear to the evening church service. There was always a day time nap. Eating chicken and waffles became a ritual maybe 10 or so years ago.

When I think back to those times, I don’t get sad. That’s why I can’t say that I get the blues. I get kind of a fond, warm feeling. It’s more like magenta. Mind you, I wasn’t always fond of dragging myself to church or mixing up waffle batter or deep frying chicken. Still, the memories are there. The events were my constants.

Obviously, I’m not at church today. Do you know where I did go? I went to the mosque for the first time since I got married. That was earlier this evening.  Overall, it was a good experience. I may talk about it more in another post.

Another reason that I can’t feel blue is because I don’t feel lonely.  I really have nothing to be blue over. My time is occupied recalling and looking forward to making more magenta moments.