Archive for December, 2015
(Musea version of a poem by Celia Thaxter.
Note it was the custom for St. Nick to leave a present in the child’s shoe. ) …
Poor Mother, poor Father, house maid and share cropper
and both pockets empty, except for due bills.
What can they get their little girl for Christmas.
“Piccola! Piccola! Love of my life!”
Father wrings hands and mother cries.
The bells ring carols as the family walks to church.
A snowflake falls on Piccola’s nose.
The sky turns from grey to deepest pure blue
As they enter the nave with the other parishioners.
All three singing from hard wood pews.
Piccola’s mouth makes a big “O” on her vowels.
But her mind’s trying to see, not the notes, but the future – Trying to see what would fill up her shoe,
Trying to see by one dim candle.
Parents in whispers, decide it’s best
To tell her her present is not here yet,
Not denied, it’s only delayed …
And drop into slumber as they pray
‘Perhaps by January and Jesus’ grace …
Morning Sun peeps through the fluttering shades,
The window cracked open gets abundant free air.
Piccola’s eyes widen as she remembers,
And before the cock crows tumbles to her shoe.
And their shivering, a refugee from the cold.
A tiny beige and half asleep sparrow.
Picolla feeds it – they have crumbs a plenty,
And bounds to her parents, “Look what St. Nicholas left me!
It’s the best gift a girl could get”
I’ve decided to christen it Picollete
And all eyes glisten with tears of joy.
Dear Musea Readers,
My latest novel, Downtown With The Book of Renown, a kid’s mystery, was also my annual Christmas story for the year, something I’ve been doing for over 10 years.
But readers may wonder where the Xmas was. Let me explain, I had planned this short novel for many years. i thought making it my Xmas issue would get me to finish it.
But to make it official, I had to tuck in at least one Christmas reference. Here it is. The two boys are going to the Clark Hotel on the Bus ….
They sat down about half way back on the left. Brad checked his pocket for the Book of Renown and tapped it three times for luck.
Across the aisle a young man with round glasses had his Bible opened and he was reading out loud. The boys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Behind them a few rows was a couple of small, quiet, heavy set ,women who looked old to the two. No one else was on the bus. Outside the big windows the city was all lit up. It paraded by on both sides of the bus. Night lights and neon were everywhere. It hid the dirt and litter underneath. It was like being inside a Christmas tree with all the edges lit up.
There was a ding of a bell and the man reading the Bible stopped, folded it up, put it in his briefcase, locked it, pushed up his glasses on his nose, and went out the front door.
Happy Holidays all,
Dear Musea Reader,
Need a last minute gift idea to send from your computer? Though a little more than my books, each of my 9 cd’s is about $10 There is all type of music so anyone should find a song they like.
You can find it at i-tunes, amazon, cd Baby (link below) and all the other major music sites.
Pictured is the rare 9 CD, 150 song tin set.