Joyful Thoughts of Christmas

The smell of Christmas fills my heart with joy. Sorrow can fall down and kiss the ground. My friend's some fifty miles away from her home. The bright lights astonish me - it feels like my soul is lit. As if I were the light that shone upon the night. As if I had a chance to grasp my dreams and turn them into reality. I'm a crazy fool thinking I could change myself and the patterns I leave behind. Murderers follow my movements because I am not insane. The police trace my calls trying to predict where I might strike next. Serial killers bow down before me 'cause to them I am the owner of every human throat. Be thankful for what you have because sooner or later you're going to be dead on the kitchen floor begging for the turkey to be no more. John Monteblanco 10/31/10