Another thought

Momma says she doesn't want me hangin' 'round,
Whatever you do, now,don't let Momma know!

I slip out in the in the darkness,
In the frosty moonlight
Fly aross the silver morning meadow.

Candle in the window,
Shadow in the shade,
I know my love lies waiting inside

Close the door now,
Have a taste of wine.

Lord, it's been too long a time...

Way down in the past, My Love,
Feel so young and fine
Wrap your love around me,
The wind is high.

Every minute passing
I want to hold you,
Every minute gone,
Is too long a time

Too Long a Time

Okay, I gotta do this!  This is what Christmas has really become about!  The people trampling each other for a friggin' Wii, DVD's, Blu_Ray...is that enought to kill for?

This is Christmas!!!  A time of love, a time of forgiveness...

Not a time of hate and hurting.

So, Happy Christmas!

Good Evening, Again!

I have so many GREAT Christmas memories, from my childhood to my middlehood, to my oldhood!   The above picture denotes a long tradition of "The Eating of The Weinies!"  Every year my Mom would set out a Christmas Eve smoregasbord of food and we would fill our little plates.  Not to be missed were the traditional "Vienna Sausages" cooked in a hot sauce!  And not to be missed was the traditional "Eating of The Weinies"!  Sort of a competition between my brother and me.  Not so much of who could eat the many, but, who could have their first down fast! 

I tear up a little when I think of the old traditions but I am blessed that I have those memories.  I am blessed that I have those Christmas traditions so seated in my psyche and my life. 

I am blessed that I knew those people...My Mother, Audrey.  My Father, Mal and my brother, Lee.  We loved each other very much, we enjoyed each others' company and we spent glorious times together.  I have to thank The Lord for those wonderful memories.

All of the good things that I am today each of those people, including the one who is left, Paul, made me.

And so I say with a full and happy heart,

Merry Christmas And a Happy, Prosperous, Wonderful New Year to you all!

With all my love,

The NightFly...

A Drag

As George said in "A Hard Day's Night",

You're..."a drag...a real drag".

George could have been talking about me!  Read some of these blog entries and you will find I am a real drag! 

I'll be happier...I promise you1

I don't want George looking at me like that..."Yar, a real drag!"

My Best,
The NightFly!

Sometimes, I am at peace with myself.

Sometimes I am not.

Sometimes, you find someone who you can call a friend.

And very rarely, they will be.

And very much so, sometimes, you want them to be.

And it doesn't always happen.

Tonight, I believe I made a friend.

And it makes my heart happy.

And My God will sanction this friendship.

And I will cherish this person

For a very long time!

If I have not told you,

Laduke would like to wish you

A Merry Christmas

And a Happy New Year!

Feliz Navidad Y Prospero Ano Y Felicidad!

Sometimes, at Christmas, we are alone...and even when we are with others, we feel alone.  But, if we have God and we have our relatives, we are not alone.  With God, we are never alone!

Let us have a Merry Christmas!

ps:  The picture below is of my brothers, Paul (L) and Lee (R).  Lee passed away earlier this year and I miss him. 

Santa?

Santa?

Can that be you?

So many images and words and songs and pictures and movies and videos and...well, what next?  Holograms?  So many times we have seen Santa.  In the malls.  On the streets, ringing bells, on TV, in the movies...

For three years at another job, I played Santa for a few hours each year.  I thought to myself, "Of course these kids are being nice, if they're not, Santa's bringing the coal!"  Maybe I was wrong.  Some of the children would timidly walk up to me, to afraid to sit on my lap, for whatever reason, almost afraid to talk to me.  And I would ask, "What do you want for Christmas?".

I will always remember the one little girl who said, "I would like you to bring my sister a doll, because that's what she wants!"  Quietly she spoke, earnestly and with conviction.  That's what she really wanted for Christmas.

Who am I, in my humility before God and Jesus Christ, to say or do anything?  I remember I asked her again, "What do you want for Christmas?"  If I remember correctly, she smiled and said nothing, slipped off my lap and ran away.

So, every time that I think about what I want for Christmas...I think about that little girl...I want the best for those who have been my confidants, my cohorts, my . . . friends.

This Christmas I will not be alone.  I will be with what is left of my family, my mother, my father, my oldest brother are gone.  I have one brother, whom I love very much and his family.  I will spend THIS Christmas with family. 

I will spend THIS Christmas with My Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

And the spirit of Santa lives on...whether you can give a gift or not, if you give of yourself, you have given a Christmas present.