Huck Finnegan (2)

   
   "Huck Finnegan (2)"
   
   Huck loved his dog Peanuts so much that the dog got testicular cancer; as a result, perhaps now, the canine's name should be Peanut, but he kept it kinda/sorta plural, as if tempting.
   Huck didn't love much save the dog and God; plus, the Holy Family.  Loved Peanuts at first, so much so, that THEY pinned him down and made him submit the dog's name; hence, the cancer in the social beast's scrotum.  But the dog lived, thrived, and went beyond the normal state of health, Huck knowing now to let him off the leash a bit; moreover, to consecrate himself to God, for nothing can hurt God, the Christ, the emanation of the Holy Spirit, and the Virgin--or God would give them the Godsmack; therefore, Huck had no attachments save Peanuts, and mastered chastity by way of releasing the seed through contemplative energy, so as not to get seminal backup.
   His sister was a fancy banker named Sally.  She loved EMFs, not knowing the hidden dangers and toxicity, and Huck wore a quartz-powered watch; also, he humbly worked at the junkyard, Peanuts alongside his wiry weird.  He worried about Sally's evolution into a numbered robot.  Tried to cautiously warn her.  Tried not to love her too much.  Was hard on her.  Would give her his total and forever life.  Would keep them guessing.  But not about the Trinity and the Virgin.  He was always down with the everlasting jazz to proclaim his lunatic love for something indestructible.  
    

Huck Finnegan (1)

   
   "Huck Finnegan (1)"
   
    Sally didn't like that; moreover, mama don't like that; nevertheless, Huck said:  "Datum est."  And with sincere and total love.  Sally got wise, asking:  "And Huck Finn is more real than me, huh?"
   Huck explained:  "His name has been mentioned more in reality than yours as an investment banker.  He's been studied, put in schools, on book shelves, read, talked about--way more than you; thus, how is he not more real than you?--I doth proclaim; indeed, he exists more in reality and truth than you do.  You may think, therefore you are, but he exists and outshines your existence."
   Sally went back to her cornbread.  Thick, greasy, bad for the colon, and without taste, but she loved it--so absent of reality, but she loved it, fueling her closer to diabetes.  
   Huck munched on the high vibrations of his Rainbow Chard, not thinking Nordic, but knowing that God transcends the Fates and Norns, if you accept death and suffering beyond the stars' authority of ALL things.  Next, he tuned into a old radio show on his double A-powered radio, listening to the croons of those gone, but so alive; indeed, so alive, much more than you, and still, yet, beyond the stable and hay of it all.   

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!!!