How Canadian Tire Beat Depression

I took a trip, a bus trip. Something that many people do many times a day.  This bus trip seemed different in so many ways.  I was headed to a place to shop.  Again, something else that happens trillions of times a second, everywhere. This trip seemed different right from the start.  I don't know why, but it felt good, it felt right, it felt somehow nice.  You see in the small town I live, having a bus system is a luxury. Prior to our bus service, the people living in our town seemed to be stuck and isolated.  And, we were! We had many areas to shop in our downtown core, many fun things to look at, some fun things to do, though what we did not have, was options.  I first remember hearing about options in high school.  Teachers would say we can do anything, we can be who and what we wanted to be.  In the 1980s, there was the onset of many options.  Prior to that era, was the 1970s, where there was a woman's movement.  This movement, changed the course of life, for women, mothers, wives; giving options opened up a landslide of opportunity for working class women and their families.  My mother was one of them, she was a very strong force in the working world and helped build that ship.  That mark then lead the children of the 80s to have almost too many options. There was so many choices that we hardly knew what to do with them all. We wanted to practically try them all on for size. We saw how hard a lot of our mothers worked, and never took that grace for granted.

The bus system, in the town of Stayner, ON has brought that much strength to the community that I choose to live in.  Not only, did it allow me the eagerness to work, though I choose to work close to home, it gave me a feeling of freedom in so many ways, opening doors that were once shut. Traveling roads, led my family to have our lives back.

One late night, after work I took a very spontaneous bus trip. I was steadfast on purchasing something for my husband, to help him out of isolation. A hobby that he wanted to do since he was a young boy, was to jaunt out with a metal detector in hand. His friend had one growing up and he never stopped wishing for the same since. That bus trip was for him. I was steadfast on purchasing this for him from a Canadian Tire Store and I wanted to surprise him with it. I wanted him to know that there is a path he can travel on, a road that does not have to be deep and dark full of pain and suffering. That day, I took that bus ride to Canadian Tire to help my husband kick depressions ass!

A buddy of mine had told me that his metal detector was on for about $170.00 and I was not able to pay much more then that. I was told by the clerk at Canadian Tire that it was not that price and it cost close to $200.00  Not $170.00. Knowing my buddy, he rounded the price to what he recalled paying. Shockingly it was not that. I thought that was it for my navigating machine that would help steer away depression and isolation.

The next thing that happened, was something that I will never forget. Trevor, a superior Canadian Tire sales clerk was trying to help me out of my disbelief from a higher price point. I gasped, I could not handle the cost of $200.00 for this depression piece of armor.  I could not by it for my husband.  this hobby was his only wish for getting outside in the winter, summer, fall and spring.  I could not wait to surprise him with it and anticipated my ride home and walk through the door to show him his new metal sword! My buddy was already making plans go out together to use there feisty machinery, with the odds of finding something truly fantastic.

Trevor then contacted Theresa, the manager of Canadian Tire. He explained to her the misconception and my bewilderment.  She started looking through paper work, looking through binders, through piles of scattered notes and then looking on her computer.  I was beginning to lose all hope.  Hope for my husband, hope for his metal detecting journeys, hope for kicking depressions ass in September of 2017.

Theresa, stood in front of me, her eyes pierced such a bright blue, her badge and coat were made for Canadian Tire managerial employees, she took a pen and my heart began to sink. She said to me; "Well, the price of the metal detector is $189.00 +tax".  My heart plummeted to the bottom, closer to my sinking hips then my stomach. The bus ride was a waist, except for the nice people, and breathtaking view. I thought, I will have to go home empty handed, with no way to help combat my husband's depression.  Theresa continued, as Trevor watched her as if he was wanting to mimic her one day; "The metal detector goes on sale next week".  My heart took a skip and shot two flights up from sink ville".  She continued "And because it is on sale next week..." My eyes widening, my smile returned..my chest opened up from being so tightly wound.  She said, "I am going to give this to you for next weeks sale price , for $99.00!"

"UMM WHAT, REALLY, ARE YOU SERIOUS, OH MY GOD, WOW, NO WAY, OH MY -WOW, THANK YOU"   I know I don't have to mention who said that.  I could not believe it, I thanked Theresa, with my arms flaring, my eyes widened, my voice fluctuating at rapid speeds.  I thanked Trevor for his diligent efforts to get to the bottom of this.

(Note, Theresa and Trevor NOT Shown in Picture below, although this is another nice Canadian Tire Employee named Emily)

All I had to do then, was pay, as I was checking out, talking to the next Sales Clerk about my experience of what had just occurred.  Her saying to me, "Well we like to make our customers happy"  My response was, "Yes I can see that"!

It was not the purchase of a material item, it was more then that.  It was the bus ride over, the bus ride that has given our town options, it was the bus driver, the people on the bus, that I would never have met as we all sat chatting away about our days, our lives, our thoughts and about Stayner, ON; our home.  It was more then that because I got to the store on time, it was more then that because my boss helped me out knowing how much this meant to me as well...It was Theresa and Trevor who were just as excited as I was for leaving with the magnetic force of my idea of winter blue's destruction. It was all of it, because I had options

Since then I have been able to see my husband laugh for the first time! Sadly, I don't remember him laughing, giggling, with his blue eyes brightly smiling like they should.

A man got his laugh back, because of Canadian Tire and because of the roads that we travel and the options in life.  If you want to know where to shop, It's Canadian Tire, in Wasaga Beach, Ontario, Canada.  Tell them I sent you and please thank the staff for all of their great efforts in wanting to make their customers happy.

Since then, because of the lift it gave to my family, our family has had doors open up, one right after another. The good feeling that Canadian Tire has given us, has stayed in our hearts, since that one spontaneous bus trip! It is true that what is in our own back yards should never be taken for granted, I did not have to go far, for the best shopping experience, ever!

I suppose that when ONE person reaches out, the person that reaches back, could change someones life forever.  That one thoughtful sentiment can cause a positive vibrational avalanche. That a keen smile and hello can change someones outlook in an instant. I suppose that one word of kindness can change everything! Thank you Canadian Tire and the transit route in Stayner, Ontario
- for the option to beat depression-.

This Girl

Written By: Tamara Thompson

There's this girl I once knew,

I still know her to this day,

I have not seen her in a while,

though, time has never ceased to change.

She has lived on, lived on in a far off place,

a few hello's, with many good bye's along the way,

though this girl has never ceased to change.

She has the same sparkling smile,

the same giddy giggle,

she still continues to make others laugh,

with all that she has to say.

This girl though, I have not seen in many years,

she can still make me smile, giggle and laugh,

right up till' this day.

Her hair is quite the same,

her features have not faded,

her beauty resonates, through the winds of change.

She has never made me sad,

has never made me blue, nor mad...

she was my best friend,

and nothing from the past, can ever be erased.

I remember the day we met, 

the things that she would say,

how she picked me up out of the rain,

out of a puddle,

Showed me the moon.

With a smile, a giggle, a laugh,

this girl could shine up a room;

I tell you, better then anyone-

never missing a cue,

chasing away everyones bad mood.

This girl was the light, on many dark nights,

her care was the hand of a mothers care,

the times when I would fall, her heart was always there...

I have never had a bad word for this girl,

with the smile, giggle and laugh-

you see, she held my hand the most,

when my life was quite lost.

Now, I know that things could never be the same,

our lives are much different, and we could not live it over,

though, I'm not sure if I have ever told her,

how much her friendship has meant,

through all my years, as I grew older...

Careless Words

"Wow, that's cool, omg awesome, that's rad, seriously, I feel ya, I got your back, gag me with a spoon, ewwww grody; that's sick, Sick yo, omg did you see her, did you see that, whacko, idiot, pervert, jerk, I hate her, hey did you hear about so and so, Ya, so stupid, what a Bitch, What an Ass."

"Hey did you hear about so and so  "........." Ya, I heard-it's awful!  What? He jumped! WHAT? He was great, always smiling, always helping me with my Math, he was so smart, I had no idea, hey guys he wasn't that bad, Ya I liked him to

Careless words, do they hurt? The maybe - IT COULD! Do you build a thick skin, do you bow down and believe the careless words, would it make any difference if you stood up for yourself and stood your ground, do you shrug it off, start to feel bad, need reassurance, do you carry on and be a ...... Do you listen, do you become those Careless Words?

DO I? The answer is, I COULD, I have, I use to eons ago, there was a time, did it hurt me? Ya, once or twice. Does it sting? ONLY LIKE A MASQUITO BITE.

I have lived a life, coming from Toronto, you meet all sorts, all kinds of life, from every walk. You learn a lot living in a city, an inner city, the suburbs-Where I come from.  You learn about the Joe's, the Jack's, the Jim's, the Lucy's, the Fran's, the Jane's, the Julian's, the Dominic's, the Graces, the Steve's-there are always a lot of Steve's.  The Mr. the Mrs. the Miss and the Mam's.  Growing up in a metropolis, you learn about the high roads, the low roads, the roads in between, the roads over head; and you travel them!  Each day, every day...through Subways, tunnels, busses skyways, through traffic, through races, beating lights, beating time, beating the Sun and the Moon.  YOU ARE A GOER, you GO, you GO, you GO and you Go. 

Personally, seeing first hand about the angst, the bitterness, the misunderstandings, the unruly careless words.  I am Luckily able to TURN any masquito-word, the one's flying aimlessly hovering, into my blessed gift of CREATIVE WRITING. Using MY HEART, MY PASSION and the CRUELTY I SEE AROUND THE GLOBE and I do see it, (I have to I am a Writer) I and WE Creatives turn this Careless word into blessed ART and nothing else. This masquito is conviction, it gives an edge and NO, we don't jump and EITHER DOES HE, nor THEY.

I have lived in many areas along the GTA.  Actually, I lived in EVERY area in the GTA including Toronto, Burlington,
St. Catherines, Mississauga (my happy -beautiful home town) Oakville, Barrie, Thornbury, Woodstock and where I am attending right NOW-Stayner.  I met City, Country, Inner City, College Town, Tourist Town, The Suburbs, high society, Factory areas, Farm areas, Beach life and a Ghost Town.

I met everyone that did not like, the one's that did, the ones that hated, the one's that befriended, the one's that stood by, the one's that got in trouble, the one's that helped, or the ONES THAT TRIED AND TRIED- and Tried..TO SABATOGE ME!  Then I ask you;

DO Careless Words Hurt, NO, no they don't...Words simply provide me with Better Words, Positive Words, Postive Thoughts, Positive Actions, Positive Feelings, a Positive Mindset.  Does this hurt them, him and her?

It may, it could, it will, it does, and What if?

How about, we just stop wanting to hurt people? You don't know what they are made of, they may just create THEIR MASTERPIECE!

DO Words hurt? The answer is, No, you don't let it.

The Stereotype Continues

I may have mentioned that I do not project myself in the limiting terms of mental illness.  I relate about my past struggles with mental health issues, though do not look at myself and see Bipolar. I look at myself just like anyone does and sees the person I have always been, though not my struggles.  I do not allow myself to stagnate and do not project myself through mental health limitations and capacities.  I am a woman, a mother, a wife, a lover, a voice, a creative.  When I look into the mirror, I am ageless, I love, I care, I worry, I fret, I give, I laugh, I dance and I live.  The past does not dictate who I am as a survivor of mental illness.  Surviving has helped me become understanding, empathetic, forgiving, courageous, energetic, compassionate, loyal and trust worthy.  I spent days, having to learn, educate, help myself to grow and mature.  I am in no way perfect, or even close to perfect. Looking back, I am not the person I was. 

Bipolar was the reason to fuel my passions in life, challenging myself to overcome, was a pursuit that steered my ship.  I had to put myself first and by no means let anything come between me and my recovery.  My spirituality became important, my well being became of primary importance, where nothing else mattered but my recovery.  I was drawn to learning how to over come and perhaps even succeed in life. I did not like being sick, manic or depressed.  I hated the numb-feeling to me nothing was worse then that. The anxieties were minor hurdles and a mechanism that I drew great strength in over coming.  I have abolished the bipolar within me through many years that I educated myself, and I became aware. My confidence then grew and I lived life on purpose.

Though, the stereotype of having a mental illness continues and sadly so. It is very limiting to have the idea that those that have been inflicted with these health concerns are not viable parts of society, that they can not be mothers or fathers, that they can not work and endure gainful employment, that they are less then in anyway.  I did not give up on my pursuit to healthy habits and over coming these adversities to be thought in those terms.  It took time, patience and dedication.  To stereotype on these matters to me is a narrow perceptions of humanity.  I believe in the strength of character when someone has lead a life full of adversity, then to develop and become empowered from that-to me that is humbly courageous.  I tend to think very highly of people that have suffered any amount of trauma, with the stakes high, they still succeed. High five to the survivors.

I ran up to an obstacle in my family life recently.  Looking back, I feel the best partnerships are made from some sort of adversity. Where partnerships can truly develop growth, building character within the marriage unit.  This character I believe is essential in moving away from any hardships and flaws within the trusted relationship.  To address any stagnation within the marriage core to then become more loving, accepting and more tenderness,  I believe is what my God wants from me.

The reason to divulge any amount of my hardships and my former struggles of mental health to anyone was to reach out.  Reaching out purely, hoping that one day, if I do need a friend, that maybe they can be there for me, in my time of need.  The sole reason to disclose to anyone in my circles about my personal struggles, was never to have a heated debate on my pitfalls, to be gossiped about, discussing the natures of my levels of functioning, if I am FIT, well or ready for a crash.  It is for the simple measure of hoping to find a friend, who may offer any amount of strength, maybe some hope, maybe one day.  This personal disclosure of my illness has caused-instead of closeness and friendships a sad,  heated debate about the stereotypes that seem to ride along with mental illness. Through my disclosure I immediately thought that It would be reciprocated with kind consideration and tenderness, understanding and fairness. Trump like; I was forced into the centre of a discrimination debate regarding my mental health state and stability. These Trump figures spoke of how unhealthy my mind was or wasn't, how well I was or wasn't, even to blame my recent career success on my illness "Being on a high and ready to crash and burn"  These insensitives even went to the lengths to inform others of my highs and lows from past struggles.

I was unaware sadly for years that these stereotypes were riding along with me, as when I look in the mirror, I see me, a mother, a wife, a lover, a voice, a creative, strength, a person that overcomes, who can now ride the waves, a person of courage and victory.  If only in my struggles with my illness, I have been victorious! Though unaware of the stereotypes and discriminations that seem to have been hitching a ride. The feelings that this stirs, even though survived and recovered are feelings of more determination, more strength and more courage to possibly be an aid in abolishing these stereotypes, further.  I can not expect people to understand, but can expect to be treated like anyone else that looks at themselves in the mirror everyday, sometimes that in itself is victorious enough.

The Bully and The Wheel

"Oh she is just a bully, she does not mean any harm".  "Oh don't worry they are just being a bully". 

"Don't pay any attention to them, they are just bullies". The subject of the "bully" has always been near and dear to my heart-somehow as a children's author and advocate for kids and a teens-this subject is a concept that needs to be discussed.  How though, can we discuss these matters full heartedly, if we can not understand the bully?  People see in the movies and on the big screen all the time, this paradigm has been happening for generations of past and even present.

Though, I live in a world where my hopes and dreams are that bullying is banished out of societies forever!  That I envision a world I would be proud to live in, where bullying is a thing of the past.  Can this Utopia ever be so, if we do not understand the bullies behaviour?  To understand such foolish behaviour goes beyond our normal scope of understanding and to understand the hopes of banishment may be futile.  As we are not the bully, nor even intend to be or to become.  So how do we abolish this behaviour, when all we really know what to say is "Oh she is just a bully, she does not mean any harm"?

A bully you say...  So many questions raise our attention, how to stop a bully-is a task that seems so much greater than ourselves.  Just as the great invention of the wheel was made, I am sure not long after was the realization and invention of the brake, people wanted to know how to stop the wheel, the brake, of course, was a good choice for an invention and an easy assessment of how to fix a wheel in motion.  So much so that we use both wheel and brake as a unit still.  Though the bully continues on, though we pray and wish and hope that the bullying will stop-though unlike the invention of the brake, we have not ever been able to.  All we can say then is "oh don't worry about them they are just bullies'?  That thought in itself is just the side step that favours the bully with their actions.

I have been bullied in my life, I am a 5'1 40-year-old woman, I am a new Mother, I love to dance, sing, laugh-make others laugh, I like to discuss human nature, I love to write, I tend to smile in my home and outside my home and am the most delighted to give a smile, wave or nod to anyone that may need a gesture of acknowledgment.  Though I still have been bullied, sometimes every day and other times just here and there.

They say, talk about it...that will relieve the strain of being bullied...This is a task in itself, still because we do not understand the bully as we understand many things in our lives like the invention of the wheel and the brake that followed.  The solution to the wheel in constant motion was quickly resolved, the brake became such a wonderful way to dissolve any matters of wheels carrying on wheeling around forever, the halt was put on to stop the wheel from busting through homes, or windows-the brake was a great resolve for this to not carry on. We understand the wheel, the bully we do not.  So how can you stop something that we could never conclude to know about?  How can there be a plan of understanding when there is no understanding. Why they torment, tease, push around- no one knows?

The bully though, with their teasing, picking and sometimes crude behaviour we can not grasp and

rightly so.  Saying then...'Don't worry, they are just being bullies"  is all that we can say to console ourselves and others, of course.  This is what I know from being a person,

in my attempt for advocation.

A bully you say...is a coward, a frightened speculation riddled with the angst of jealousies.  The books say, without love, there is no joy and without love, you have at the very core which is jealousy; turned to anger, even hatred. Feelings we can not grasp.  The feelings of the bully stem from complexes of dissatisfaction within themselves.  What they see in others seems greater, more favourable, the awesomeness, the grandness...they do not see that yet, in themselves-they then retaliate towards the person they feel who to them is grand.  Believing that if they pick enough, they will not be greater, they will not be more amazing or highly favourable, they will not be so awesome.  The bully see's the person that they are zoned in on attacking as a threat.  The bully has no idea why this good-hearted soul smiles every day, why do they have a bounce in their step, why do they look so light-hearted in their talks with peers?  Though the threat is nothing more than someone that is kinder, someone who cares, someone with a helping hand, someone with a lot of good in them.  This is what the bully wants to acquire, though feels they never can.  Then they plan a course of retaliation. These smiles cannot be taken, the helping hand cannot be had, the laughter with cheery disposition cannot be stolen, happiness cannot be taken.

There was someone else who was bullied in ways I have just described-favourably and lovingly we just had celebrated his Birth.  Jesus was bullied, people did not want to believe, could not understand his joy, his love and his pureness.  The giving of miracles, his miracles, his very stance was good; all good.  People did not want to believe in such love or joy or hope, where there would not be worries about shelter, food, warmth, but only for Love, Caring and Kind.

My belief is,  -instead- of trying to "Understand The Bully" which we can't! Our faith is left with our own free will, in our own thoughts to understand what can be understood as a solution being; LOVE... 

"Just like solving a wheel in motion with a brake was an instant solution to a Wheel barreling around aimlessly".

All we really need to know is who we are.  It is much more validating, brave, highly courageous and strong; this belief in ourselves.  you can not really say too much about a bully. In this, it is true..."They are just a bully".

-Tamara Thompson

Santa's Christmas Spirit!

Santa:  "Oh No, Mrs. Claus, I have lists!!! I have toys for the Elves to make and wrap and stash in to my sac and so many nice kids to share in the giving of Christmas Season...Ohhh, how can I make this year so magical"?

Mrs. Claus:  "Like you do every year Santa hunny, you are always able to deliver the toys for the kids on time, the Reindeer are always guiding the way in your sleigh, you are always able to make the Christmas Season memorable and all of the kids enjoy their toys so much".

Santa:  "Mrs. Claus, I wish that were true, this year their were so many good little boys and girls, I have a list!  My list is so long! I just don't think I can do it.  The toys YES, I can do that!!!  I know the Elves will have all of the little boys and girls toys made, wrapped and I know the Reindeer will help me deliver them".

Mrs. Claus:  "Santa dear, I don't see the trouble, what are you pouting about on Christmas Eve?  I am not sure what you mean?  If all the presents can be wrapped and made and stashed in tact in your sac. I don't see the what your in a pout about?"

Santa:  "It's not that you see Mrs. Claus, even though there are so many good little boys and girls this year, more then any other year, that is not the reason for me pouting and not HO, HO HOING! Its that so many of girls and boys this year have not asked for presents and I am not sure how magical t can be?'

Mrs. Claus:  "OH, Santa you worry to much.  I know that throughout all of the years -Christmas can be very magical in the Spirit of Christmas and so can you."

Santa:  "Boo Hoo, not this year it looks like, not this year when Shina wants a hug on Christmas morning, and Binor wants to sing Christmas Carole's on Christmas Eve and Tinja thought that he wanted an new PlayStation, but he changed his mind and would like instead to have a Christmas Turkey dinner with his Pappy who is in Heaven.  Jurgle wants his Daddy to have the day off from work at Christmas so that they can spend the day together, Cormier wants his Mommy home from the hospital at Christmas so they can celebrate the Christmas season.  The toys I can deliver, that's not the trouble; I know I can deliver them on time to all the girls and boys wanting toys.  But, Rendell wants his family pictures back that were burned in a fire, that is all he wants for Christmas.  I just know I can not give these things.  I am not gifts Magical".

Mrs. Claus:  Santa, I love you and I think you worry a bit to much.  You know through the magic of Christmas that these gifts will be delivered-you are always able to deliver the magic of the season every year.  I know you will think of something Santa, the Christmas spirit lives in you too."

Santa:  "You really think so Mrs. Claus."

Mrs. Claus:  "I know so Mr. Claus, nothing has ever stopped you before and nothing stops the Christmas spirit, the kids know you can do it too, you see they believe in you."

Santa:  "Well if you believe in me and the magic of the season so much, and if you think the kids do too, then I believe in it too."

Mrs. Claus:  "That's the spirit Santa, the Christmas Spirit"!

Santa:  "Hmm...Hmmm...this has to be magical for everyone, especially these special gifts for the good boys and girls.  Hmmm..HO HO HO...HUH...I have it!

-Santa starts to get his sleigh ready with all of the toys that the Elves had made, they wrapped and bundled them in Santa's sac in tact, he starts to get the Reindeer ready and says to Rudolph.

Santa:  "Rudolph, this Chrismas Eve we need to make a few extra special stops with you leading the way.  Do you think we can do that"?

Rudolph:  "Anything you say Santa, just let me know where we need to go and I will make sure we get there"!

Santa:  "Right Rudolph!  Ok, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blixen.  Let's make this Christmas extra special with the magic of the season and Christmas spirit".

-Off they went, flying high in the sky with toys in tact in the sac, delivering the toys to all the boys and girls.

Santa:  "Next stop Tinja's House, you know the way Rudolph...."

Rudolph:  "Oh Boy, Do I"!

-Santa lands on Tinja's rooftop, he twists once, twists twice, jiggles a wiggle, touches his nose and does a jump on Tinja's rooftop.  As Tinja was fast asleep that Christmas Eve, he started to have the most glorious sleep.  He had a dream, a dream that he wished for on Christmas.  He dreamed that he was eating a feast of Turkey dinner with all the fixens.  Just then his Pappy showed up right where everyone was sitting around the table about to dig in.  He was sitting in his old chair, right where he use to sit.  What a surprise for Tinja, he smiled at his Pappy and passed him a plate of turkey and gravy.  They passed around the feast with good cheer, happy hearts and it was almost like he did not miss his Pappy so much.  They talked of the olden days and how nice it was for Tinja to spend Christmas dinner with his Pappy who was in heaven.  Tinja woke up with peace and comfort in his heart, he stretched and yawned as he crawled out of bed, realizing that his Pappy lived in his heart and he could feel close to him and be with him any time he liked and that the love for him and his spirit lived within him that he could share a meal with him anytime he liked. 

"This was the best Christmas ever"- Tinja said to his Pappy.

Santa: "Rudolph, do you remember Rendell's old house, the one that was burned in the fire last year"?

Rudolph:  "Yes I do Santa, I can take you there with the glow of my red nose".

Santa:  "Off we go then Rudolph-lead the way, shine that nose bright"!

-Santa lands by Rendell's old house that was sadly burned down in a fire.  Santa twists once, he twists twice, jiggles a wiggle, touches his nose and does a jump.  Just then out from all of the ashes old photos start to magically swirl and twirl and magically start to bind together -one photo by one.  All of the old families photo's were in tact and in the sac to deliver to Rendell's.  The reindeer flew off to Rendell's new house where everyone lay silently snugged tight sleeping and dreaming in their beds.  Whoosh, down the chimney Santa went with Rendell's family photographs wrapped with a blue and silver bow-marked "Rendell's Family Photos"-Merry Christmas: Love Santa, the Elves and the Reindeer".  Santa Swooshed back up the chimney and off they went to Jurgle's Daddy's work.

-Santa sits with his Reindeer in front of where Jurgle's Daddy worked and had to show up on Christmas morning.  Santa twists once, he twists twice, jiggles a wiggle, touches his nose and does a jump.  This time he does two jumps then three jumps, then one more!  Just then a big pile of snow fell- "CURPLUNK"  -The very biggest and heaviest pile of snow, heavier then any boss could ever be able to lift, fell right in front of the doors of Rendell's Daddy's work.  No one would ever be able to push or pull the doors open or shut,in this plaza.  It looked like work would be cancelled for Christmas day until the snow would melt.  All of the workers would be home on Christmas Morning and maybe even for a couple of days. 

Santa:  "Off to the Cormier's house, You lead the way Rudolph, light that bright red nose of yours and guide us to our next stop, little Cormeir's please.

-Landing on Cormier's house, Santa twists once, he twists twice, jiggles a wiggle, touches his nose and does a jump.  Just then a cab with bright lights was carefully pulling up to Cormier's house.  Santa and his Nine Reindeer sped off in their sleigh.  Out pops the cab driver, in his hands is a suitcase and a few wrapped presents, he opens the door and helps Cormier's Mommy to the house.  The door creaks open. Just then, Cormier who was sitting at the tippy top of the staircase, slides down the banister and into his Mommy's arms.  This caused quite a surprise at Cormier's  house and the whole house woke up and out of their beds as they dashed to greet their Mommy.  Out from the Hospital she came to spend Christmas, with love and spirit as her family surrounded her, ready to share in the spirit of Christmas together!  Nothing made Cormier happier or this Christmas Merrier.

Santa:  "Off to Binor's house please Rudolph, we are almost there, only a few Christmas Wishes to go"!

-Landing on Binor's house Santa twists once, he twists twice, jiggles a wiggle, touches his nose and does a jump.  With the sleigh of Reindeer on the rooftop Doner turns on the Radio.  Bellowing out from the sleigh is songs of Christmas.  Santa and the reindeer circle the house while the radio is belting out the tunes of Christmas.  Binor wakes up, through his window he hears the sounds of the Holidays, he looks out from the window and sees a sleigh full of Reindeer and a sac of toys, whisking around his house.  He sat on his window's edge, waving at Santa with his sleigh of Reindeer.  Binor starts to sing along with the Christmas Carole's.  He was able to sing a few Carole's before Santa and his sleigh sped off into the night. 

Santa: "One more stop Rudolph, you know where to take us."

-Santa lands on Shina's rooftop, this time he didn't need to do a twist, or a second twist, or a jiggle or a wiggle, he didn't need to touch his nose and he didn't need to do a jump.  He whooshed down the chimney with care.  There he saw Shina, tucked softly, snug tightly, sleeping in her bed.  As Shina was fast asleep he gave Shina the biggest, jolliest, Ho Ho Ho HUG! He swooshed out the window back on to the rooftop where the Reindeer were waiting.  Off they went, flying high above the sky and into the night back to the North Pole. 

-Shina woke up with delight on Christmas Morning, ready to start the Christmas festivities.  Just then she saw beside her bed was a gently dropped red Christmas hat, With a note beside it.  It read-  Merry Christmas Shina, I hope you have a Merry Christmas and that you believe like Santa that the magic of the season lives with in all of us and that any wish you want can happen on Christmas Eve as long as you hold it in your heart. 

-Santa back at home at the North Pole- after a long night of delivering presents, toys and gifts.

Santa:  "WELL ONCE AGAIN I BELIEVE IN THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS AND I BELIEVE IN MYSELF AND THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS WITHIN ALL OF US
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT-  HO HO HO"!

My Arms Are Open; Poem By Micheal Linke

My Arms Are Open; Poem By Micheal Linke #newpoet #upandcomingpoet #risingstarpoet #talentedpoet