Xmas Stories

The all-consuming flames wash over me and start a fire in my core. Although I burn, so does the air about. The blistering heat of the forge peels away the grimy layer of metal, but as I fold it, a new layer forms. The hammer strikes. Sparks fly. Hair ignites. All but a little hair remains. Pumping the air to stoke the flames, the singed flesh against skull and bone. Another piece makes its way into the heart of the forge....

(12/13/12) Underneath the moonless sky, the Christmas Star caught my eye. Every year it comes into plain sight At the stroke of midnight. To remind us of the birth of his son The one and only one. He was sent to earth to take away the sins of man For humanity needed a helping hand. He was born in a manger in Bethlehem When the star first shone then. It lit up the sky so clear and bright And stayed that way throughout the...