sometimes, i like to see tales (Biblical or otherwise) from the P.O.V. of either a minor character or else from the imagined thoughts of a major one. Here's by take on Christmas, from the viewpoint of the Inn Keeper who had no room. Pax Suffer the fool. I should have followed my mind. The still Small Ringing in the back of my head That softly Firmly Charged me, “Save room” Fool! That is no place to bear a child. No place for the family of man. They do not complain All the worse I should have listened to that Still Small Ringing in my head “Save room” The sound of her labour will linger all my days. They do not complain I will take them some blankets. Sigh Lord. Suffer the fool! December 25, 2010 The Inn Keeper Three Text Maximum © tracy j h
i walked in the rain with a depraved umbrella and thought "why not" and i did because that's the kind of guy i am - B IS for Stealing