It’s Donder with a "d"

As the magic baby approaches with bags of toys and junk that no one needs, and kids want (at least until next week when something better comes along… I am sitting here calm and collected thinking about the wonder of it all. No, they have not upped my dose of zanex and I’m not high or drunk.  I just realize that this world is mine. I don’t need stuff to have it all. I have this tattered and worn piece of cloth that protects me and is better than anything that could be dropped down the (non-existent)chimney. Whatever is in that bag on the jet-powered wonder sled just doesn’t appeal to me… unless it brings my favorite girl to me from the north.  Now those are gifts. A friend you love so deeply it hurts, but can’t be near…. Maybe if I give him some perfume the magic baby can make that happen, though not likely…. So I settle for thoughts that make times past. And leave room for times to come. Friendship is like that.  There may be holes where the moths of time have eaten the cloths, but the weave is strong and covers you when you need it most.  And you thought this was some sort of holiday post… HA!  We need that cloth, that veil of friendship. I don’t know how many times I’ve posted about your friends being everything. That is more evident now than ever in these awful times where there isn’t money for stuff.  We aren’t giving big “tokens” of how we feel (or want people to think we do), we’re actually saying it. We don’t need the impossible jet-sled to pass by our house.  We need our hands to find pen and paper (or keyboard) and eyes to meet and those words that mean so much to form on the lips and breathe the warmth of friendship into the cloth.  The words that remind friends that you care for them and think of them even if you are busy, words that tell them they are beautiful and special and no matter where in the world you are, they will be there too, because no one can take what’s woven into the cloth of our heart