Christmas Acceptance Celebration!

Christmas you were made for me! Better are you, then I could ever wish to offer back. Taking up the slack, from the rest of the year, the down-falls least the tears.

Tracking me down, to lift me up. Gifting me freely, in the rough. Yes it was me, who ran from you Christmas. Santa scared me so. Then, all at once it hit me. I can't even play baseball if I'm scared of being hit by the pitch.

I now run towards Christmas, like I'm running towards home-plate, or a down home Christmas bake. I hit the plate of food, like I'm hitting home plate. The waxed dates on the Christmas ice-cream filled Devils food cake, were like no other!

Their wax candied covered, well dipped with special scented sauces of colored sprinkles. We set these wicked little specials aside, for a nice peppermint scent, to relax ourselves later. We would watch, The Adams Family episodes, on the V.C.R., with loving acceptance.

You could pull out the wicks made of peppermint, with a spearmint twist! Gomez Adams, probably could have flossed while standing on his head. He'd do anything for his Tish dish!

Tish would probably bend over backwards stomach first to feed him mouth to mouth, better than a Olympic Gymnast! Beats the Devil out of me, why I never could stand on my head, but I did find my Tish dish wish. What a angel! She makes a Devils food cake just as good, if not better, than the Devil himself. Her angel food cake, isn't bad either!

Uncle Fester, could probably eat Devil food cakes, until they came out his ears, without getting sick. Who needs lighted scented candles, when you can light up light bulbs, in your mouth. Disorder or not, that's some special gift!

I'd assume Grandma, could make a Devils food cake, the size of Pugsley, least Wednesday. Mortisha would feed some of this Devils food cake to her plants. Beats chewing on an arm or leg, least a dose of miracle grow!

It would have been nice to have a Gomez totem. I don't think Christ would mind, as I would hate to burn Christ standing on his head, least Mother Mary. Love looks at the heart, and would probably let me get away with it though. Christ wouldn't want me painfully trying to stand on my head, life-long.

Totem-styled-poles, with scented wicks run up, straight through the devil himself on up to Santa Claus. Christ and Mother Mary had no wicks running through them.

Christ and Mother Mary were love tapped lightly in as hard candied dyed marsh-mellow colored cross styled totems. They looked on, as the Devils food cake wick in center was burning. Sounds wicked, haw? Please take it in stride.

You can't kill the spirit of Christmas, no matter what you do, it was said. I can believe this! Candy filled juice scented in wax was also used, in some parts of the centered totem, that was burnt. We indulged in a feast. We prayed before we ate. We weren't devil worshipers, least pirates!

We accepted each other as normal. We ate Christ centered styled cookies, and Mother Mary and Christ totems with the cookies, from off the cake. I did eat the scent, and got sick, as I couldn't help myself as a child! It was worth it! No one ever told me I had bad breath again.

The aromatic scents filled the air. Life without Christmas Devil food cake totems, could never take the cake with us. We took in scents in the air with each well chewed delightful taste.

I breathed just the air, and it went down better than the many meals, I shared with friends. I accepted their ways, even though their foods weren't real stocking stuffers with me.

We would take a bite here, a bite there, and before you knew it, some better stranger than strange taste would enter your gates of thanksgiving, least taste-buds. What a wow-bow, least bow-wow! This was tradition, and who could complain, least the Devil himself.

Charm school was never well endowed with food. Like "The Adams Family", we had the money to attend. Waste not, want not it was said. You can't say we wasted the Christ, least the Mother Mary. Christmas smiles on us still. How much is grace worth now!

After many years of celebration, some may venture to think that Christ would be offended, but remember it is the Devil being burnt here. Santa doesn't mind bearing some of the pain, if it means the Devil goes down, as well. Christmas has the power to bring Santa back, each year. Fear not, little gents! Don't let the Devil stop you, if he should try, don't throw the Devils food cake at him! Call on you rang Lurch, old boy! If he's busy, try the real macoy, Christ.