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We are all worms, but I believe I am a glow-worm. -Winston Churchill

And To All A Good-Night


[You’ll Never Find My Christmas by Bishop Allen]

There are somethings that will never quite be the same and some that just dont change- Christmas is one of the above. Which is it for you?

Well more interestingly it seems to me to be something that will never quite change and I suppose I am alright with that. Im not quite fond of the though of going to Florida for Christmas (whoever came up with that idea: I do not mean to diss your attempt at escaping the cold weather, I just do not understand what you have against snowmen?)

Although it was brought up at the Christmas Eve Sermon at Sojourn

Community Church the other night, how much of a creep Santa really can seem…

I do agree with how he said it though. Just think about it! Santa Clause is coming.. to town.

This is meant to be such a ‘fun and dandy’ little song, exciting kids for what is hoping to be a Jolly Holiday with a obese man dressed in red, breaking into their house by sliding down their chimeny? Im just wondering, because this is the first time Its really jumped out at me..

I dont know about you, but it seems to me like Santa is trying to play God. What other stranger can put on a fake beard, and suddenly parents are okay with putting their children on his lap?

He sees you when your sleeping. He knows when your awake!

This is starting to sound religous..

He knows if you’ve been bad or good so be good for goodness sake! 

Can you not see the lists matching up a little bit? Our goodness decides our rewards! If this is the case I dont know why for all those years my parents were trying to tell me that I was good enough to earn a Hello Kitty pillow, A pink and yellow flowered sleeping bag and digital cameras, TV, PC games!


And you sure as heck shouldnt cry and be good for goodness sake OH you better watch out. Because Santa Clause is coming to town. 

Now this is a laughing matter. And no I am not serious, but please is this not all true? Maybe Im just a little too nudged into my own hipster generation of tea drinkers and vegan eaters, but I dont think my kids are going to learn that they deserve all those Christmas presents! What did I ever do as a kid that made me think I earned all those things? Well Santa sure aint Baby Jesus thats for sure and whether we all play God at one point or not, I think Id rather have a savior than a toy work shop-pedophile.


I finally gave myself what I really wanted this year too! A Nikon D5100! Heres a few samples of what is to come this year…









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Out of Probability Rates:

Out of evolution we claim the genesis to our manifests.

So for the longest trend of time, I fancied myself with the engrossing love for all nooks and crannies I could find. Now it was not simply a phase, but it is a liking and an extent of my foremost personality trait: solitude. And although this admiration for the ability of organizing and storing things in small and kept spaces, it did not define me. I would, in fact, purposely escape, at the notice of, the gathering and talkative clad grouped individuals as they came together; whether the occasion was to eat, cherish each other, or simply fool around. It was not the fact that they may have been folds themselves, but in a different light it quite bothers me that they can then take that opportunity and transform their time, counterclockwise, into a risk of accountability.
I love being accountable. I love taking the account of, whatever the person may request me to do so, and I so longed for someone to come along side of myself and request my permission to engage in a companionship so long that it then requires each of the other’s accountability to the other-like loyalty.
Is that then wrong? Because I am the quickest of trickers to my own conscience. I can lie to myself and I can thieve myself and rob myself of that chip of reluctancy that may have led me to change actions or my motive of actions. Am I wrong?
It is wrong to lie. But with permission? Did I grant myself permission, I wonder?
But in whatever I do, instead, I want to say now that I do not lie to myself and I do try to tell the truth to myself first and foremost so that I can in turn tell others the truth of what I prior told myself.

But I may lie to myself and lie to you simultaneously, we both could agree. But if we agree I can tell myself the truth while lying to you-is it consistent or possible together to tell the truth to you while lying to myself? If that is untrue, [in truth] who is anyone to say that they are better than that common man? Because conclusively, my outward appearance would discourse you into falling under your own subjugated judgement.
That then may cause its own dispute and in our conjoined uproar-you in the kitchen disputing against my home-made leftovers against my argument against your wanting take out, and our brother in the corner disentangling himself from his own controversial book he is finishing-we can all see that in that moment it would be quite easily said, to give any valentine you’re only word of annoyance. And in such a case as the one described, he or she may see that differently. Unfair distress, I would tend to tell you, because that would be very misleading.
But so many cannot help their listener-whether they be divine or a fool (in a relationship that would be your fault by far, do not let my argument give you an excuse), with a word near embarrassment. Because look!: I will put myself in your shoes and I can see in your own eyes that very well may embarrass you; As it would surely embarrass me! So admit it!: Do not continue to lie to yourself and then to me! I do not want to listen to your lies, but if that is the case, I can only hope you would tell your own self the truth prior.
But then at the rebuttal, I cannot help my listener. It is my fault [remember]?
So for a solution (an antidote) think of the opposite of reality and perhaps your own genesis will suggest you thought of that turn-table first!
In example: Your irises grinded between their outward abandonment and your own eyelids. See, now I am the ultimate creator. (Or I can so tell myself, whether your opinion favors my own disillusion that can be accepted as a lie. And my opinion? In truth: If you are to lie to yourself, lie then to your friend. But if you are to want others to want you too, do tell them the truth! And like we did agree before, you cannot tell your friend the truth until you first have told truth to yourself. You cannot lie to yourself and tell your neighbor the truth! Remember our agreement prior; And now you say ‘I have been lying to myself all along?’, well then do not be surprised at your friend’s tea (to which you were not invited) the phrase may come forward with confidence and much saliva: ‘Their life is a lie!’

Well, topic is conducted in conversation too long sometimes, so I will close this case and leave it for another day, and another time.

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'We are all worms, but I believe I am a glow worm.'

-Winston Churchill


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