Figlio Spumoni

My son, 6 anno, has written me a Christmas Story for my present this year. It wasn't his idea. It is a tradition at the school he attends that all children write one every year in the first and second grades. They have to make a first draft, edit it (with help), and then copy it in a hard-back book where they finish it off with their own illustrations.

"What's it like being an author?" I asked him.

"Hard." He replied. "I even had to spell all the words correctly. And I think I did." He added.

I share it with you this Christmas. And I know he's my son and all, but I think the part about going cross-eyed a spark of brilliance. Merry Christmas to all and may God richly bless you in the New Year!

"For my eyes have seen Your salvation, Which You have prepared in the presence of all peoples, A LIGHT OF REVELATION TO THE GENTILES, And the glory of Your people Isreal." Luke 2: 30-32

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Thunderbolt Strikes

There once was a fireman named David. He was ten feet tall with brown hair. His eyes were blue and his skin was dark brown. David was a good man who saved a lot of people in fires. He lives in California, in the southern part.

It was the day before Christmas and everybody was getting ready. David was at the fire station waiting to go home. He wanted to spend time with his son, Cole, who was 21 years old.

David got in his firetruck and went home. He was just about to bring his son to get some ice-cream.

They got in the firetruck and picked up Cole's grandma, in from New York. They went to the ice-cream place and all of them got lemon custard with sprinkles.

They got back in the firetruck but just about then they saw a bit of lightning on the street in from of them. There was no fire on the street.

When they got home, they saw another bolt of lightning strike their house. It had a lot of static and started a big fire. First the windows came down and then the bricks started turning to ashes. Then the bolt hit the neighbor's house.

He ordered his son Cole to take out all of the water from the fire hydrant. Each moment he shot gallons of water. But the fire grew. He thought this was crazy.

He decided to drop down a water bomb on each house because each house had a big fire.

David called and told all the people to get out of their houses. He put all the fire out with the last two water bombs. David had seen many fires, but none as bad as this. As a result of the fire, three boys went cross-eyed and four girls broke their ribs.

David has a lot of gold. So, he passes out 100 bars of gold to each person. David has two bars of gold left.

He decides to take Cole and his grandma to the best hotel ever. In the hotel there is a secret passageway.

At the hotel, Graham, Kyle and Justin bumped into David. They found 100 bars of gold. David asks the boys if they found the gold in the passageway. They say, "Yes. We found gold and silver."

David asks for the gold. The boys show him where it is. David asks the boys what they want for Christmas. Sam wants a Game Cube with Star Wars. Graham wants a flying saucer and Justin wants the same. Kyle wants some Nintendo chips. David buys them what they wanted.

David takes the rest of the gold and gets a new house. He goes back to his old job to save more lives.

The End

by C. C. Kurzeja
2006 All Rights Reserved

Emily Dickinson on Winter

LXXXII
There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything,
'T is the seal, despair, -
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.


LXXX
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.

by C. C. Kurzeja
2006 All Rights Reserved