the “oh ghost” (august) month is over.
it officially ended 4 days ago
and with frozen drool
i waited for any fireworks
but that's it
august left
as glumly as it came.
ho-hum.
ok, cheery face stop that drool
for here comes the BER months. . .
septemBER, octoBER . . .
you get the drift . . .
this means that the folks around here
will soon start the countdown
leading to . . . Christmas!
can you imagine the ruckus!
all the efforts of the past months
waiting for the celebration
in decemBER.
in a place where partytime
is always the best time
to be in this part of the world
Christmas heads the top of the list.
Christmas means bonus, parties
(at the expense of the company!)
gifts, shopping, reunions . . .
traffic, fireworks . . . yikes!
houndsinheaven, watch out!
the loonies are back!
come to think of it
i hear fireworks exploding
every so often these days
even if it is not Christmas
simply because the loonies think
that ANY celebration is worth
those blasted fireworks:
town fiesta, birthdays, whatever!
you hear ear-splitting boom from afar
or the next block and my keeper goes:
“wow, is that a fire or some party?”
the houndsinheaven does not care.
we all start retiring to our kennels posthaste
headed by my popsy sumo
with tails dangling like a poor loser.
Christmas is The Great Event
not just in Rainbow Avenue
but practically the whole town,
the whole country and, presuming
you are not a Jew or anything,
the whole freaking world!
yikes!
one whole blasting planet!
lemmeoutofhere, keeper!
there will be no let up
for sound sensitive hounds like us
the heavens (in and around Rainbow)
will probably be coughing
with all that smoke and ruckus.
keeper tries to be indifferent about it.
she now find it silly to be so lavish
in celebrating the birth of Christ
including fiestas in honor of saints
in such artificial splendor.
keeper believes that honoring God
and the saints and holy festivities
are best kept organic.
you know, chanting and drumming
to raise the energy high to trance
in lieu of fireworks pollution.
healthy, nourishing food in lieu of carbs.
exchanging love energies and good wishes
instead of credit card goodies . . .
the keeper had her moments in the past
when she would troop to do her early
Christmas shopping as early as september!
but now she choose to transcend
and gathers the hounds in prayer instead.
she sings praises to all the gods and mortals
and sends her love and light
whether it is the BER months or not
which suits us fine.
anything to keep all that blasted fuss
out of our stinking ears is fine
not just for the houndsinheaven
but for all the hounds in the universe!
so, well . . . BER is here.
as my keeper would say:
merry meet. meet merrily . . .
and don't forget Christmas is Christ-mas
not your bonus, booze and carbs galore
but the positive energy rush
from all the good wishes
of remembering and honoring God.
as for me and the houndsinheaven
it is time to get our ear muffs
out of storage . . .
keeper, do I get to see Santa this year?
hmmm, just checking. . .
