Christmas Story 2015 4

The last part in this years quick Christmas Story. Part One, Two and Three you can find by clicking on the part numbers. Still no title for this story I kind of screwed up, but A Bunny Christmas might become a valid option

“Het Huchtje” Art by Anton Pieck

Christmas Story 2015 4

-Richard started talking about his days that happened earlier. How his lived changed with a world less sturdier. He walked from the building he worked in. Laid a week before Christmas he had his head hung down. Unsure of what he was to do he wandered through the city many miles away. Every fibre in his body cold from the winter wind didn’t want to stay. 

You see he lost in all in the past year, his parents in an accident, his woman to another man, now his job has been gone and all that what he felt was left was life was done. 

Tears froze solid to his cheeks as he walked In between two parked cars without much attention for his surroundings he walked straight across. It is here he was thrown back in an instant with wheels grinding and squeaking wheels. A voices scream want to hear him say he’s okay and all bared witness of the rabbit on his chest. Dissolving in a single drop after shown that twinkle. 

Lorry driver saw it happen a bundle of blue light made from snow flakes, turned into a rabbit and pushed over this man to the ground. Richard laid deep in thought of the sparkle, his live saved by something magical. 

He stood up with fuzzy look in his eyes. Brushing of the snow from his long coat he apologized to the driver and went on his way. He may have hit his head and did not know where he was going but he followed a twinkle or rabbit feet in the snow. With his heart beat raised, light footed he went on across the plains and fields. 

You see he saw them flutter around in the storms fluffy white rabbits with their twitching noses and happy hops in fresh fallen snow. But what caught his eyes and made him smile were the twinkles that hit him straight in the heart. Hypnotized he followed the streaks of light not once he felt it wasn’t right. 

He had some thoughts as he saw the dark side of town hidden in shadows with across the river parties and laughter and none of them knows. Of the days that had passed without any stops, no food or drinks he kept on to walk and follow the hops. 

Here he sat eating something so simple but his heart he already felt it seen in her eyes the very same twinkle. 

But to make a long story short so you can go on celebrate your holidays drink the drinks and eyes watch the fireworks setting skies ablaze. 

They started a family, with Tommy their adopted son. And I can’t say I had anything to do with that, it was the wish of Little Tom. Leona knew from the start see seen his twinkle the stories of Mary always had that magic that made her tinkle. She dreamt of meeting her man just the same always hoping never knowing it would come true. 

After such a harsh year Richard finally found. Keeping open the orphanage after time spend to fix what was broken. 

I will get ready for next years Christmas and fly across the moon lit skies bringing joy to your friends and family. So belief in yourself and me and watch for the sparkle in people’s eyes.

Celebrate the magic that lays hidden in one’s heart with the new year soon to start. 

Drink your Champagne, raise your glass and make the magic happen. 

The End 

Christmas Story 2015 3

Having done some mistakes I only seen today I am cutting the last piece up in two. Also so that I will have something to post tomorrow.

Since I still do not have a real title for this story I like to hear your ideas for one.

Art by Anton Pieck

Christmas Story 2015 3

Leona remembered the bed time stories Old Mary used to tell her about how she met the one who made her life worth living with a smile each and every day.  She to like Leona wasn’t the prettiest with a crooked tooth and her thin hair that would always frizzle. There was one particular story that Leona always liked.

It had to do with a twinkle in Old Mary’s rabbit she kept under her bed. Being teased a lot it was her only friend she one day found next to the snowy roads. Wounded by her tiny leg she was nursed back to health and stayed till the day she died. White as snow with eyes a crimson red she would often sit on Mary’s lap as they looked out the window.

-“OUCH, Ouch, The cocoa is hot. Sorry for not finishing the story on time, it has been busy times and the mistake was all mine. Hold on just a little longer I will finish it, just you wait and read. OUch now I got cocoa on my mitt.True I have been very clumsy so bare with me I write this till its finished.

Where was I?”

The rabbit had a certain twinkle of a flake of snow that fluttered with a shiny blue across the red. It was magical to just hear fall into a land of dreams after seeing it happen. Leona had seen the same flake float across Old Mary’s eye as well. She to would than sigh and feel her body relax into a dream state. And just now this man in front of her had the same twinkle. That bright blue flake drifting across his eyes.

Mary told that two days after her best friend had past away she ran into a man during her shopping at the market. And that man would later become her husband. Every day she would see a twinkle in his eyes until the day he past away. And since they couldn’t have children of their own they kept running the orphanage as their own family.

And here stood Leona eye to eye with a man who had that same twinkle.

“Richard… Mr Grande. uh come on in, it is to cold outside, we was just preparing dinner.”

-“Miss Leona, he is stranger…”

“Tommy It is okay.” Tommy sees her eyes light up above her red flushed cheeks.

He noticed something happened but he couldn’t quite understand what it would be. Love maybe?

“I am so sorry for the intrusion, miss Leona. It is just that something happened that I couldn’t quite explain and before I knew it I ended up at your door.”

-“Please sit down, you can tell all about it during dinner. Tommy would you be so kind to put an extra plate on the table for Mr Grande?”

“BUt Leona…”

-“No buts, It is Christmas eve. A time we are kind to those around us.”

“I am sorry Leona. It’s just that.. ”

Awkward about what was going on Mr Grande had sat himself in a chair and followed the whole conversation feeling a bit out of place. He couldn’t help but smile at the last comment Tommy had made.

“Haha, You are quite right Tommy. It is cool that you want to protect Miss Leona. I am sorry, but do not mean you any harm.”

-“Hope this will be to your taste, at the time it is all we could manage with what little we had.”

The plates were filled with a hot mash of onion and carrots with some potatoes. A dimple for a scoop of gravy. On another plate Leona puts down a plate of brisk.

“So what was it again that brought you here Mr Grande.”

“Please call me Richard. And I have had the strangest of things happening around me.”

Richard took a small bit of the simple dinner in front of him and let out a smile as he chewed.

To be continued…

Christmas Story 2015 2

To continue where we left of yesterday.

De Munt by Anton Pieck

Christmas Story 2015 2

“I never left Tommy! This house, this orphanage was all Old Mary had and I never had a place to go to.

The decision was made on that same day I talked about. We sat near this fire when the window blew open and a white rabbit hopped in. Soft like fresh fallen snow it fluttered across the floor, landing between us. The wiggle of the nose and the red eyes stared at me before it melted away from the hearth’s heat.

Magic does happen during Christmas and it had us both gawking silently at the small water puddle, right before we started smiling and crying. It sure was the funniest thing how we both expressed to opposite emotions at the same time.

For some reason we couldn’t get a hold of our scrambled thoughts of reality and illusions.

But Old Lady Mary had already stood up and shuffled over to the window to close it but instead stood there silently gazing to the sky. She told me, it happened once before and it reminded her why she started this home for the lost children. A sharp cold breeze blew the curtains lightly.

I didn’t get the entire story but she was crying, missing her first boyfriend, fiancée or husband who stood by her for so long during the start but had to leave so sudden.

Some of the things she said after, helped me determine what I wanted to do. To continue this home in her honour. She taught me to cook and take care of myself. I am forever grateful.”

Tommy rubbed his eye with his face turned away from Leona. “Why have I never met her, I been here the longest.” He snickered.

Her cold trembling fingers find Tommy’s hair and mess it up with a firm rub. “True but there were more before you. She passed away about a month before you came wrapped in a blue blanket with a white rabbit stitched on it. You was only a baby than and I just turned 20. This is my home, our home. So what do you think, shall I teach you to take care of yourself as well. Make our own Christmas dinner.”

“Neh, I am a man so I be making the money when I grow older.” Straightening his hair and being as macho as he could be at his age.

Leona smiled out loud at his reaction. And poured a new cup of tea from the pot.

–Good time as any to take a sip of my cocoa nice and hot, a cookie that crumbles in my beard it happens a lot. So much had happened with stars shining bright, magic gathering all through the night.

I can go on telling the story she told but it won’t say a word of the letter and the truth is holds.

Uhhumm uuuh hummm.

Sorry about that. Let me continue.

As I receive so many letters with dreams to come true. Tommy’s was also like many with one exception he never asked anything for himself. He even wanted his presents that might have been his to be given to his family, the orphans that had left his home. He was the oldest, the longest there and took care of the littles when they felt alone.

He had a good heart that much I can say, even now when the others are on atrip away. Leaving behind him no one wanted.

Yes let me explain a new home was build nearby the towns hall so no more need for Leona as it would be run by the council. During their holiday the move would be done it was all taken care of except for the one.

It is sad that hear two were not wanted and understanding the reasoning and the fear that had him haunted.

But let’s continue the story as he turned around and they started cooking making the best of what they have and have a Christmas dinner. Tommy learned how to cook in those couple of days and Leona was smiling and happy with his stirring the pot in clumsy ways

That is until the bell rang and a new story unfolds.

“Who could that be on a day like this? Would you mind opening the door Tommy?”

-“Maybe we can still have Christmas with my friends.” Tommy looked happy and rushed to the door. Turned the key and slipped the of the chain.

A cold chilling wind blew fresh snow into the old house as he opened the door with a smile. Eyes wide open when he saw a figure standing in a long raincoat in front of him. The man stopped watching the lights that were living up the block across the river. People laughing and singing and he turned around to see a young man in his best ragged clothes and a flower smudge across his face.

“I am so sorry to ring you door bell but something incredible happened…”

-“Tommy who is it, don’t keep the door open to long it is cold enough as it is. Tommy…?”

“Oh is that your mother?”

-“I don’t know you. And she is Leona.” Wrinkled forehead eyes half closed Tommy stared back at the man.

Under his coat he had some nice shiny shoes dirty from snow. His head moved back and forth to peek through the gap of the open door. His expression was sort of flustered, and shy. With a body that moved nervous as if he had expected something or someone else.

“What you want?” Tommy asked again, ready to close the door in the man’s face.

-“Tommy, would you mind closing the door already.”

Leona stuck her head out of the kitchen and stared down the hall into the eyes of this man. Her body started to move on her own, with her hands rubbing in a towel she walked over to the door and stood next to Tommy. Crabbing on to his shoulder. “Who is this man Tommy?”

“Don’t know he didn’t say.”

-“My apologies for not introducing. The name is Richard T. Grande. I… I somehow…”

In that very moment Leona saw a twinkle in his eyes. Something she had seen before in Old Mary and made her heart run faster. A warm feeling made her blush and twinkle herself with a colourless pearl balanced on her eye lashes.

To be continued…

Christmas Story 2015 1

It is the first of three days of my 2015 Christmas Story. I hope you will enjoy the read and smile at the end. No thoughts of the day since we all be busy having a fun holiday. Smile through it, it suits you best.

Art by Anton Pieck

Christmas story 2015. 

Let me tell you a story from a long time ago. It was about a week before a Christmas filled with magic and fresh fallen snow. In a tiny town all alone was a little boy in an old run down building that was an orphanage ran by a lady who once called it her home she to was living.The rest of the children on a holiday except for him who was naughty and had to stay.

Ho, ho, ho. How silly of me during this time, I am telling you this story in a rhyme.

-Now where was… Oh yes the bot left in an orphanage with a care taker who used to live their as well as a child. Now where to begin…?

-It isn’t easy as so much is to tell, Lets start with telling about the moment of the bell.

It has been many years, Leona was still a little girl. Always pulling ponytails and snarls at boys was the order of those days. Old lady Mary who was the head of the lot, was strict with the rules and had to punish her a lot. But every moment the bell would ring. She ran to her bed to be under her blanket hiding.

She didn’t want to be taken away. Here in this home, with her brothers and sisters she wanted to stay. How could she be like the others and comb their hair, only to be taken away by a lonely and odd looking pair.

-Ho ho I need to stop rhyming or else I am getting in trouble and not finish in time. This is to be due Christmas day and has to be completed soon as the sleigh bells chime.

-No, no this isn’t right, terribly sorry. Let me start over again no need to worry.

It was the letter I got from little Tommy that was a big surprise that time. Obviously I am accustomed to receive lots of letters but this one was special in a way of what he had to say. It brought tears to Mrs Clause that twinkled brilliantly on her cheek as did the elves as this never happened before.

-Now where did I put that letter, it must be here somewhere, to read it to you would make it understand it better.

Dear Santa,

I know I have not been very nice this year, but I still would like to make a request, if it is not to much trouble. It is not so much for me but for Miss Leona I cause so much trouble to. It has been a while now since we are alone in this old run down house, Nobody wanted me and that may be my own fault.

This one day I saw her crying. And maybe I am to blame but I do want her to be happy maybe find love again.

-This is but part of the story but none the less also the start.

It was a week before Christmas and Miss Leona was left to take care of little Tommy. The floors were squeaking with every step, curtains danced when the wind blew through the many cracks. Stuffed with towels to keep as much of the cold outside.

They were not allowed to come along with a holiday for the other children. Okay it was Tommy who was not allowed as he had been naughty through out the year. Starting fires and fights with whom ever said something wrong to him. Hardly ever listening to the caretakers.

Well there had been one who sometimes got through his thick head and it became the reason for her to stay behind as well.

Leona didn’t mind, since she grew up in that house as well. It is filled with memories. She got stories about every nook and granny.

She sat in front of the fire sipping her tea. A gentle swing in her rocking chair she watches the flames burn the logs while Tommy plays with the poker. Bored as there is nobody to prank or even fight.

“Miss Leona, why are you always smiling?”

The question came rolling in like thunder on a clear day. “You always so happy. And here you are stuck with me while every one else got to go elsewhere.”

“You are right, I am stuck here with you but you know, here with this fire burning and you poking that fire just reminds me of some time ago.” Leona puts her cup on to the small table next to her. Her fingers reach for the glasses and the book underneath and lays it on her lap, while she puts on her glasses.

“Oh please tell me why you are smiling?” He was slightly agitated seeing Miss Leona picking up her book to start reading.

“If you like I can tell you the story or rather a secret from my dairy on why I am smiling right now.”

Tommy’s face changed and showed some curiosity “Please do Miss Leona.” It was clear he could be polite if only he was like that with the others.

“Very well. I once sat where you sat and on this same old chair sat Old Mary. She was a nun and ran this orphanage just like I am now. I grew up here and like you I wasn’t always nice to her, even though she was to me. I was the last of the children to be adopted. I had a habit every time a couple came along, I gone into hiding.

I didn’t want to leave my friends, my family. Still they all kept leaving me.

So I sat there keeping the fire burning as Mary told me stories about Christmas and all the naughty things we done to her and her home. Pretty sure on the attic there is a beam that says ‘Leona’s secret hideout’.”

“I seen that.” Tommy said in an enthusiastic voice straight after covering his mouth with his hands knowing full well he just gave away he had bene on the attic. “I shouldn’t have said that huh?”

Leona burst out laughing, “No you shouldn’t have but it is okay it will be our secret from now on.

But to continue, now that I think about it, it was pretty much the same as now a week before Christmas. Left behind and nobody really liked me but Mary. Sure she was just doing her job as a our caretaker, mother superior.

I had some fun times in this place and even more with you here crawling, running and sneaking around.”

To be continued…

Monday Moaning: 2014+1

Monday Moaning: 2014+1

Another year down the drain another year to look back at and say, wait that was it? Seriously, it is gone already? Stop worrying.

We all make decisions to make a better tomorrow and improve our way of living. And while there is nothing wrong with that as some of us need to raise a family. It isn’t always easy making choices for those around you, but we make them in their best interest. Maybe 2014 has been a year of that and it just didn’t work out.

Some might have been thinking and I may have been one of them, that we had enough time to do the things we wanted to change or do. But we do not always perceive time as is and make mistakes. Sure there have been days i could have done what I wanted to do and ended up online killing people releasing some frustration. There have been days I wanted to do so much at once it sill fell apart.

Though I may not have reached great heights with the things i et out to do, the little things have gotten more important because of that. Thinking big is great and having the ambition to reach it is a great way of looking forward. 2015 might end up being the year everything changes. I like to think hey will change for all of us and not just for those close by for once.

Don’t get me wrong I know I just mentioned those small things that matter. I mean reaching out to a family who was not invited over at the other family because of a child is what I done on Christmas. Sharing a meal with those who were unloved by their own family and giving a Christmas never to forget.

Or stopping in the pouring rain to help change a tire. It may have screwed up my own time and stopped me from doing what I set out to do, it did not matter and it doesn’t now.

Those moment kept me going and though I did not fulfil what I set out to do, i have no regrets. I had a great year with lots of changes including the small delicate changes that happened here on my blog. Time may not have been so kind and disaster may have happened more then once, i came here to share my heart, my opinions and fantasies. I never forget what I wanted to do and every plan is still floating around in my mind alive and well, poking me to do them. It may not be today or tomorrow but having dreams and desires who want to be fulfilled do he to keep on moving forward.

2014 is behind us and everything we did brought us here. We carried around grief, pain, suffering, tears, love and even hate. But we are here today remembering and making sure tomorrow will be better. We made mistakes throughout the year, maybe it was shooting down a plane, killing an unarmed man, robbing a bank, or taking hostages and those are just things big in the news. We carry on forgiving and hoping they learn from their mistakes. Will the man shoot down another plane, we do not know, let us hope not. Will one guy rob a bank again, he might, but we hope not.

It is easy to say and think just to hope, or can we change the world in such a manner we do not need weapons any more or have people not want more money for what ever reason. It may be just a dream but one I like to try and follow. Because whether there are weapons or not it is us the people and human kind who chooses to use them. It is us who think little of others and abuse them or worse. Can we change our mindset now that is so much harder to achieve.

We can stay angry and even hate those who done these terrible things, but it does not change what happened an it only changes us in people like them. Picking up rocks to throw and hurt even more people, fellow humans who have done nothing wrong. Plunder and pillage stores of those who worked hard their entire lives and think nothing of it. That robber done the same, that hostage taker did to, but are we like them as well.

A year gone and that is that, we may regret what we have done but we cannot undo it. Instead we can be wiser for next year and help others not make the same mistake. It is not that you need to focus on a whole city, just one person you can help is al it takes. And if each and everyone would do so who know what we might change the next year. Share a can of beans with a family who has kids and is struggling, Share a cup of rice. You have no idea what that would mean to a family in need.

2014 plus one, I hope it will be a year where we stand together as one, helping each other instead o telling others what to do as if we know better. I do not know everything but like to share what I do. Not to make them but give them tools to change if they so truly desire.

2015 will be a year where I start looking forward seeing a baby boy born. Just her smile a year ago meant so much and that smile is growing bigger by the minute. My thoughts are with her.
Then there will be all this art and writing so much to read, watch and listen to. I cannot wait to see what you will all bring me. Discussions born to learn from each other while respecting a view or opinion. I all happens here on WP with people, with whom we share everything.
The new year might have some big changes coming up for me, but they are my responsibilities to face mistakes from a past I will have to answer to.

I wish each and everyone of you a happy upcoming new year. Not a year to feel ugly about one self, but share the beauty that is inside you.

Best Wishes
Ranting Crow

Let us change the future.