“Sometimes, one simply needs to forget about the hassle around, take a breather and concentrate on the very essence of what this special season really means, if anything.” Gun Roswell
In a comfortable winter’s sled
A holiday heart, glowing in red
Cheer and joy, for a while it will spread
No one knows, what here it lead
Or where it will next head
So each night, before you go to bed
Whisper a wish to keep it fed
“It was the day before the real xmas, or at least, in some countries it is so, at least” Gun Roswell
Xmas Eve
Up here, in the North, we celebrate the Xmas time without much of a ball
Even if the trees might have some, but we, us dwellers, prefer not to have too much fun
As peace and quiet, is the key word, so not to cause any kinds of riots
As Santa Claus or Father Xmas, which ever way you prefer without, still class
Has that one dude, who will bring us, well not food, but at least some stuff
And hey, that all should be quite enough, for this time of the year
When we are mostly gathered, together, in a sort of a celebration, without fear
“The time of year, when the make-believe becomes even more stronger than any other time, the angel, the elves, even Santa Claus with his flying reindeer… well, guess it is time to talk a little more about them, those winged beings?“ Gun Roswell
Angels and Elves
They are pretty little things, with wings and yeah, they can totally sing, rather lyrically at that! Some mighty fine tunes, high opera even, their clear voices hitting that very ceiling.
But then there are elves too, those with the rugged looks, with large ears, even beards and such, their outfit certainly doing nothing for their tiny bodies, not like those of the angels, in their nighties shiny!
Still, whatever the ideal looks of these two fictional fractions just bight me, perhaps a little different for all of us, deepening on how much thought there really was spent, thinking of what these beings of fantasy are all about.
Whatever they just might be, the chubby little cherubs of fancy free, it doesn’t really matter, as they are most likely there just for the latter, the fancy and the free, making the home feel festive for the seasonal celebration.
Or then, they just might be real, and we are way too stubborn, them to see.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 