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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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DECEMBER 21, 2010 12:30AM

After Moore: VI. Monday Dec 20, 2010

Rate: 12 Flag

*Spoiler alert!* This is a serial - don't jump into the middle! Part I is here.

I made some tea.  For me, and Santa Claus.
"So how'd you get..." he must have read my face,
And answered me without a moment's pause:
"Inside?  I'm pretty good with time and space."

So then I asked, "Well, why is it you're here?"
"I'm looking for your kids, you know" he said.
"They're at their mother's." 
                                                         "Yes, that much is clear."
"You're going there?  They're probably in bed."

"I will.  But then you know, they're old enough,
To tell them both the truth.  I don't exist.
Once they've known ambiguity, it's tough
To justify a good-kid, bad-kid list."

"Oh.  Ambiguity.  That's my divorce."
He gave a rueful smile and said, "Of course."

- End of Part VI -

Go to Part VII.

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This night before Christmas is building and building ...and happily so.

The conversation here is intriguing ... and so you are dealing with this right now? The decision of whether to tell them - or not - of Santa Claus ... the reality of him?

But what really is the reality of Santa Claus, I wonder???

You are crafting a beautiful and magical but also very real story here, DB.
Tea with Santa. Wow! I'm in awe. This gets better and better, Bard.
puff, puff, puff. I finally caught up. I rated each part as I read it.

This is sooooo good, DB. Little Kate, trilogy, and I have gone from suspense to anticipation. Does that make sense? (I often ask myself that question.)

It's been some time since a poem has had me so caught up. Shades of Edgar Allen Poe. I'm waiting for Santa Claus to say "Nevermore".
( I don't mean to imply that you are imitative. I mean to imply that your poem is that good.)
@dlv (and DB) ..... I second that .... It IS that GOOD!!!
This is a real work of art. Yes, Virginia, I mean Divorce Bard, there is a ... R
Oh Bard. Thank God, sometimes, for tea. You manage never to shy away from that which is most real - even here and even now.
Ah yes. Ambiguity. But sometimes it opens up more wonders....
Santa the Counselor? Hmmmmmmmmm.
Is there a record for most sonnets written? Scorn not the sonnet record, critic.
ambiguity and empathy...jars all around, please, for the holidays and for always.
Sharing a rueful smile is one of those small things that make the world go around.
Hello everyone! I am touched by everyone's generosity in their comments. You are a wonderful audience. And it is thrilling to write this as a serial, and see you appear in the comments on each installment. Really: thrilling.

Kate: the best piece of advice I've heard from anyone - and I quoted in a comment the other night - Write what you know. And thank you for your enthusiastic response.

trilogy: It wasn't really my idea. He just waltzed in and asked. What was I going to say, no?

dlv: Thanks, early favorite. Your comment is a great treasure. And don't hurry, we'll wait for you here.

Dave: All I know is I'm having a lot of fun writing it. If it's as good as you say, then I am having twice as much fun. Thank you for your kind compliment.

anna1: Yes indeed. Tea. Personally, I drink too much of it. But you are right, it's very real.

Antoinette: thanks for staying with me on that. I'm watching my kids pick up on the concept of not-all-bad, not-all-good. It's a long process.

Pilgrim: Yes and he dispenses *free advice* to all the good little grownups at Christmastime!

Lea: Thank you! It won't be long now... (after all, I HAVE to finish it by the 24th)

Leon: sometimes, just for fun, I take your comment to Google. Tonight I found this - apparently he's in the Guinness Book: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hundred_Thousand_Billion_Poems

catch: I've ordered a case for the season. Here's to you.




Thank you everyone. Nightly, and delightedly.
what Pilgrim said,
and, those two last lines! damn!
You still have me grasping for more. This IS as good as everyone says and most enjoyable to boot. I have been busy playing Santa and so a little late to the party. I never did tell my children that Santa wasn't real as the giving, not the receiving is what I mostly emphasized. My father never told me he wasn't real either. I may have come to the realization on my own but refused to accept it even til now! He may not bring me gifts any longer now that I have escaped the wonder (and dad went to heaven), but he lives in my heart. Curling up tighter in this ragged satin favorite robe! Sure do hope he brings me material for a new one, I bought a pattern a year ago (can't buy them like this one any longer).