G-Poppers … December 22nd, 2017

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G-Pop has the stomach flu.

Family has gathered for Christmas, bringing their local organic microbes and bugs along with them–one being an infestation of the tummy.

Normally G-Pop fares pretty well in these situations, but this particular brand seems to take no prisoners, and does not discriminate based upon genial nature or obviously, good looks.

Everyone has had the stomach flu. Matter of fact, when you’re not having the stomach flu, you look back on it as a bizarre inconvenience. It’s more or less one of those things that happens, lasts for a few hours, and it’s gone.

Similar to an atomic bomb.

The sensation of having lost control of one of the major systems in your body is disconcerting and certainly humbling.

G-Pop abandoned all of his appetite, he was at the mercy of all the exit areas of his being, and he was at the whim of this little bug that had landed in his system and was desperately trying to work its way out.

Yes, G-Pop felt the whole time that this stomach virus was just as pissed about being inside him as he was at having it inside. For all of its antagonizing, agonizing and struggling ways let G-Pop know that it truly did want to be free.

Simultaneously, G-Pop had to try to make sure it didn’t infect anyone else in the house. Tricky business.

Having the stomach flu right before Christmas is a little frightening–because one wonders if one will be able to participate in the festivities.

But the truth of the matter is, life actually does consist of “one day at a time,” and since today is not Christmas morning, there’s a good shot that some “Joy to the World” can still be excavated from a “Silent Night.”

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PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … December 14th, 2016

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A Sprinkle

A sprinkle of hope, a jingled bell

A manger scene does my soul quite well

A Christmas tune under candlelight

Angels heard on high, O silent night

Thinking a moment about a friend

Wishing the joy would never end

Perched in front of a blazing fire

Shedding a tear, hearing the choir

Ignoring the pressure to be over-wrought

Tweaked with glee over the treasures I’ve bought

Some see angels, others dream of elves

Be at peace, let them choose for themselves

For the season has only one danger

Don’t forget the message of the manger

Peace on Earth, good will to all

Be still, my soul, and heed the call

Ho-ho-ho and hal-le-lu

Taking this chance to think of you

Before the tree becomes the cross

Before the battles report their loss

Before the evil touts its power

It’s time for Christmas, a holy hour

To ask and have it given

To seek and find true livin’

To knock and enter sweet heaven

Merry Christmas to the wise from afar

Who still continue to follow the Star.

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