This column represents the thoughts and opinions of Jason Hennington. This is NOT the opinion of the Taylor Press.
‘Twas the week before Christmas or is it merry holidays?
I don’t know what to say after the fiasco of two parades.
Things are starting to change, I said that last year. It’s cold, then hot, then cold, then warm, we know December is here.
Stockings are hung by the chimney with care Trash cans filled with masks people no longer wear.
People are online buying gifts, late like last year. Mad because it’ll be Jan. 8 when their package gets here.
Kids are out of school, and the words echo through the house.
Since you’re home, you’re going to clean your entire room out.
Homes and the sky are lit up with lights that are strung.
But not all are decorations, it’s the equipment building Samsung.
The spirit of the season is in the air, whatever it may be.
Drag queens vs. churches or the city vs. Christianity.
It’s Christmas in our house and today’s the eve of the night.
The girls are tucked in their beds with stuff animals so tight.
Dreaming about gifts under the tree to become their own.
Those dreams are the only place it’s a hover board or a cell phone.
I hear the train horn blowing and a diesel truck as it passes But when it comes to Taylor Community Watch, do we have to keep doing these dances?
Nestled in my TMNT pajamas, one last game of 2K.
Then watch a Garfield Christmas until I fade away. I hear a crash outside and think, “not again.” Look out and see cats fighting . . . well, that’s between them.
Then I hear a noise behind me, thinking I’m about to be attacked.
Until I turned and saw a large man in red suit and hat Santa has returned with those two vicious elves. I locked eyes with them both. “GET EM NOW GIRLS,” I yelled.
Jasmine’s tackle and Tiana’s biting was naughty but kind of nice.
Talk about my comma use? Next time you’ll think twice.
“You took that personal,” Santa said of his comment.
“But I do like your more serious column content.” “Now we have to go, our time here is through.” The girls pleading, “We only attacked cause Daddy told us to.”
And in the blink of an eye, everybody disappears. I can hear Tiana talking in her sleep from way in here.
I know I’m not crazy. He was right here in this room.
“What do you think Jason?” said voice from over Zoom.
I’m glad I had my camera off, so no one saw that I was sleep.
I respond, “If it’ll work, it’s okay with me.” “Ding,” an email alert titled “Watch Yo Self.” It read “Tell Jasmine round 2 next, Love you guys, Buddy the Elf.”
I’m stepping off of my soapbox now, and sending the paper to press.
I’ll try to enjoy the time off if my kids let me get some rest. Have a blessed holiday and be kind to your neighbor.
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