Rudolph the red nosed Reindeer opened his parachute and landed in the surf. The rest of the crew unhooked their harnesses and smashed on top of Rudolph. They landed unhurt but appearing like a totem pole. Santa and his sleigh telescoped into the pearl opal green ocean. The fiery jets trailed behind and lit up the sky. Santa's ruins were black as clay and his head was severed. The children finally gave up watching out their windows. They never knew Rudolph and the surviving reindeer completed the delivery of presents that year.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Wednesday, November 06, 2024
WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY...11-06-2024
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I am so glad that Rudolph and the team were up to the task, and hope they will be for all the years to come...
ReplyDeleteOh poor Santa, but I'm glad the reindeer survived and delivered the presents.
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