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How to Celebrate the Holidays

I have an idea of how to celebrate this year’s Holiday Season. Holidays are so hard and can be very difficult even when a family is just perfect; and when is that? But specifically for the homeless and downtrodden. The Gathering Place is more than a sanctuary. It is also a place without it some of us would be going back to the gas station bathroom. There are things that living on the edge are not experienced unless you have to. And unspoken. So here is what we should do. Have a marathon. Leave the lights on and the heat on all night. Invite LePage, King, Susan Collins, Olympia Snow to spend a night with the homeless. Ask for donations to be used to better help people. That is my idea. Maybe a seed.

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Christmas

Come Christmas time my father would begin to act like Santa Claus!! We ho-ho-hoed all the way out to a farm in Kentucky and got a tree, then we came home and did the cookies and hot cocoa bit! One year we got a tree that some animals hit first, so we took it out, washed it and then brought it back in! When we finally got the tree trimmed the lights had to be perfectly spaced. We put our stools around it. Left cookies and milk for Santa, read lots of stories.

It was always hard to get to sleep on Christmas Eve. When we were tucked in, we’d lie there with eyes wide open. Without too much waiting time we’d hear jingle bells from a distance,

(Yep, Daddy had started at the bottom of the hill!), then get closer to the window until they disappeared. We got really into this tradition. It took us years to peer out the window to check on Dad’s progress but then we had guessed long ago by the sound of the bells which appeared hung inside the house after Santa had mysteriously come.

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How to Celebrate the Holidays

I have an idea of how to celebrate this year’s Holiday Season. Holidays are hard and can be very difficult even when a family is just perfect. (And when is that?) But holidays are especially hard for the homeless and downtrodden.

The Gathering Place is more than a sanctuary. without it some of us would be going back to the gas station bathrooms. There are things you can’t experience and can’t talk about unless you have to live on the edge. So here is what we should do. Have a marathon. Leave the lights on and the heat on all night. Invite LePage, King, Susan Collins, Olympia Snow to spend a night with the homeless. Ask for donations to be used to better help people.

This is my idea. Maybe it will be a seed.

 

~Mitch Kane

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Christmas

It was a dark and stormy Christmas eve, and all of the reindeer were sick with hoof and mouth disease. Santa was in a bustle. (He was also …….., but that’s beside the point). How would he get presents to all the good little boys and girls – all ten of them? He tried rounding up cats, but that was as difficult as, well – rounding up cats. He tried wolves, but they were all on the street corner whistling as the girls went by. He thought of dogs, but they were dog-tired.

And then, a light bulb flashed in his head! Momentarily blinded by the light, Santa cried, “For Godssake, Rudolph stop taking my picture with that G.D. camera!” But Rudolph had given him

an ……….

“Quick”, he told his wife, “call Sydney!”

“Who’s Sidney”, asked Mrs. Claus.

“No, no, not the person, but Sidney the city. The one in Australia”.

“But where in Sidney?”

“Oh, I don’t know. How about the city zoo?”

So Mrs. Claus called the Sidney local zoo and handed the phone to her husband.

“Hello, Sidney Zoo? How many Koala bears do you have?”

“Oh, Criky, Mate, I don’t know. A couple of dozen I guess”.

“Well, round up a dozen of your best, and I’ll pick them up tonight.. I’ll make sure you get a good present under your Kangaroo, if you do.”

“OK, Mate, you got it. Just one question. How will I know which Koala to put out?”

Santa though for a minute. “Go to the …….bush trees and pick those who live in upper branches. Then put …….. on them.”

“OK. Whys that?”

“That way I’ll get highest Koala-trees”

“…….”

and that’s how all 10 children got their presents that year.

 

~Rick Wile

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