Crystalline Cool (50)

    "Crystalline Cool (50)"

   Duncan returned home, the 2-cycle KX 200 leaving him with severe shakes and tremors after the protracted and mystical journey, following the Canis rufus, which disappeared into the Otherworld as he put the Kawasaki on the kickstand and slowly sauntered towards the entrance of his humble habitat.  He noticed the El Camino but not Dad's truck; plus, looked back, and the lime-green machine was absent.    
   Upon entering the less than modest house, he felt no presence of corporeal humanity, nor was Roadkill around--and it had all been like a dream.  But as every dream offers an awakening, he intrinsically knew the truth.  He had not traveled to the North Pole, nor had a Dad, nor been at Saint Vincent Island, nor met a beautiful girl named Aimee; furthermore, Dad had died alongside Mom, having perished himself due to cardiac stress, and Duncan had always been alone, without a dog, and castrated by the grief of every scenario in his life, abandoned by brothers and sisters, being a bizarre eunuch digging ditches for less than minimum wage, unable to afford anything save crackers and tap water, no electricity in the house, just a car/truck hybrid and a shovel with a singular pair of pants and a few work shirts and some gloves.
   He examined his blistered hands, realized it was Christmas, gave thanks to the Christ child, and continued on, as all the poor in spirit do, hoping to inherit the Kingdom of Heaven, and quickly; hence, he muttered to the Christmas Spirit:  "Lord, make haste to get me out of here and into Your Family's embrace."
   He received no immediate response; thus, dug a ditch, went home, slept on the floor, as always, and talked to the scrambling rodents, his only friends, wisely knowing--others had it even worse.  
   This is the way of those targeted due to crazy faith, yet steeled by dreams into the Divine, wending beyond hope, into a perpetual state of desiring everlasting grace.  

A Charlie Brown Christmas - Scripts

Santa's Sleigh--a V-8

   
   "Santa's Sleigh--a V-8"
   
The 2015 Chevy Camaro ZL1 has a V-8--here are the stats:

6-speed manual.

6.2 Liter helping produce 556 lb-ft of torque.

0-60:  4 seconds.

Top Speed:  184 MPH.

Santa's Sleigh--some approximate specs:

Pulled by 8 reindeer, typically.

Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Comet, Vixen, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen--like a V-8!!!

Yet sometimes, Rudolph--for extra reindeer power!

Moreover, with the mystic power of belief, reindeer power outshines horsepower!!!

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer- Santa sings to Rudolph

Santa's Secret Elves

   
   "Santa's Secret Elves"
   
   Out of love, driven by a mirthful passion for family, children, the elderly, and all that jazz--this fueled by charity and sincerity of heart; plus, good will, well--this births gifts, as did Saint Francis birth the Nativity Scene, a wondrous and mystical gift, it spreading across Italy; next, to the entire world.  Merry Christmas!!!

Crystalline Cool (49)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (49)"
   
   Rudolph had informed Duncan that he was leaving; specifically, the lead reindeer with the cherry nose said:  "I cant half-ass my care of all the naughty and nice; indeed, I gotta help Santa deliver the goods, for there's a big arctic freeze, and he needs me."
   Duncan was not happy to lose such a friend over the Christmas season; nevertheless, he understood that duty, including mercy and justice, as mentioned by the minor prophet Micah, was sincerely imperative; thus, he embraced the reindeer, causing Rudolph's nose to beam a brilliant-red glow out of love; next, his friend flew away from Saint Vincent Island, back to the North Pole.
   Duncan continued to pilot his lime-green KX 200 and dig ditches, not having enough money to send Dad a gift.  He was a bit blue in a non-metaphysical sense; however, as he sat at home, drinking spearmint tea and pondering his future, a Canis rufus entered his shanty, as if walking through the thin walls with a super-phasing ability; next, the wolf/coyote hybrid spoke telepathically to Duncan, saying:  "I am the pathfinder--so to speak.  We will walk and ride over water, back to Oklahoma, so that you can be with your biological father for Christmas.  Follow my supernatural path, and all will be well."
   Duncan did not argue, but put his few possessions in a backpack; then, jump-started the Kawasaki and followed the path-finding canine homewards.  Dad would be pleased upon his arrival.  

Crystalline Cool (48)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (48)"
   
   Duncan had a bizarre feeling Dad was worried about him; thus, he approached Rudolph--the sparkly-nosed reindeer had been residing in the shanty's den, where the floors were covered in hay, yet incense burnt to keep the critters from infesting.  And he asked the lead reindeer:  "I think my Dad is worried about me--is this true?"
   The reindeer's nose lit up a cherry divine; next, he looked lovingly into Duncan's eyes, stating:  "Of course Little Wolf is worried; he's your biological father.  But you worry not.  The Lord is your refuge; hence, no harm will come, no matter how great the corporeal pain.  So, raise your frequencies in a positive direction.  Laugh, use the antiseptic color, and the color of health, the promise of the rainbow, and read and listen to music that proclaims Christ with chanting and love.  Too, buy distilled water and canned foods, get a crossbow; plus, save medication and vitamins.  Be prepared.  Also, She may already be here in hiding--your Mother; my Mother.  Nothing is more powerful than that which is pure.  A lamb, a virgin, and a Canis lupus arctos that lays down with the lamb."
   Duncan dropped his head, feeling stoic like Dad, and asked:  "Why is life so much of a struggle?"
   The joyous reindeer voiced:  "Like John F. Kennedy said--life is not fair; regardless, be full of mirth and glee in your chastity and poverty, doing the lowest of labor.  Never lose faith, even though it totally may seems you're at the bottom of the Totem Pole, for all will be reversed when the Lord manifests His might--and justice and peace kiss."
   Duncan gave Rudolph a gentle touch between the antlers, further running love down the reindeer's furry back, and the mystical beast smelled good too.