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“MIO BABBINO CARO!” a poem Tuesday: December 4, 2018 for my dear friend Bob Patterson, who came back home, once again!

In some “religious sectors,” CHRISTMAS is REALLY bad!

They will not even say THE WORD – It’s HAPPY-HOLIDAYS, inst(e)ad,

For the term-for-instance (in Japanese) – for X-mas, means “TO SUFFER,”

And, I mean, WHO WANTS THAT? (pause) (’cause) from-suffering-we-want-“a-buffer!”

Yet! Suffering’s appropriate, I think, on-that-particular-day,

For – it was – when The Blessed Virgin conceived, in a meek and lowly way,

And she MUST have suffered – at least somewhat – to have her lovely child,

But, AFTERWARDS! There-must-have-been-such-JOY! I hope folks just went wild,

To celebrate! THE COMING – The coming of – a wonderful friend,

Who was here to declare – that we need-not fear – and that THIS-isn’t-The-End!

That – WHEN YOU DIE, or appear to die, it’s not really cessation;

It’s just: TEMPORARY release-and-relief – from all this trepidation!

So! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! and – TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT:

Christmas is coming – Relax! and SHINE YOUR LIGHT! 🙂 – Yeah!

fin <3

By KINDNESS WISDOM

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)