Crystalline Cool (41)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (41)"
   
   Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, possibly; moreover, things transcend the 3rd Law, as everything is possible; still, eternal life out of eternal murder.  False testimony, a media cover-up; next, the truth ignites in blue fame, and the old Apache passed some gas.  His psoriasis under control, and he burned his last stick of myrrh in preparation for Christmas.
   Roadkill stole a gingerbread man ornamented with red eyes, a white nose, and a green smile.  Dad wasn't upset with the omnivorous canine, but offered the holy hound some distilled water; furthermore, brushed the dog's teeth with fluoride, but didn't floss, for the moment.
   He was a big fan of watching Frosty the Snowman on the tube every year, and knew Oklahoma would get some very individual and unique snowflakes, enough for him to architect his own little man of mirth with a carrot nose.
   He still pondered Duncan's crusade against reality, knowing the young man had entered into super-reality, for once, taking not the dung heap of proud men, but offering something beyond combative anthropology towards the forked tongues that dull after so much venomous stabbing--that's why Dad ate everything with a spoon. 
   So, as he enjoyed the gingerbread men, he decided not to sit and imagine the Christmas tree in his modest den, yet spend some money, buying a real one, and would put a cheddar cheese popcorn string all around, beneath an angel in a yellow crown, which his corporeally-deceased wife had bought him, her further opening his spirit to have Universal union with the reason for Christmas.