False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us when we cross into the shade. – Christian Nevell Bovee
Wonderwall plays the lazy afternoon.
Rack em’ before the crowd shows.
I can smell the night before from the Ashtrays.
Stained carpets, humming I got used to.
Friend by hello, fist by good-bye.
I know, you’re right.
This now, the last.
You are my best friend.
So, same time tomorrow.
Pictured above is the old 1983 Mr. T action figure, and no not a doll, an action figure. The difference is the kung-fu grip. Anyway, I was and still am I guess, a huge fan of the A-Team. I watched religiously every week as Four Vietnam vets, framed for a crime they didn’t commit, help the innocent while on the run from the military* Mr. T played B.A. Baracus, said doll. Damn it! I mean action figure.
Once upon a time, there was an angry little elf.
who didn’t think of anyone, but only himself.
He was always so mad, and sometimes a bit sad,
that work, work, work, was all he ever had.
His friends called him mean, said stop being selfish.
“Be like us, and act more elfish.”
So, one winters eve, Santa came by to say,
that he thought the elf, was looking at Christmas, the wrong way.
“Just think of the children, and those lineups for miles,
their tiny small faces, with giant big smiles.”
“Yes, they write me the letters, but you build the orders.
Can’t you tell it’s important and that your job’s like no others.”
All of the sudden, the elf began to grin,
his heart filled with love, he could feel it from within.
For the very first time, did the elf finally see,
that the holiday season was not only about me.
It’s the gift of giving and really not what you receive,
this is what makes Christmas so special and allows us to believe.
It has long been a great axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important. – Arthur Conan Doyle