| The StarPoet Newsletter Vol. X, No. LI (December 20, 2009 C.E.) |
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| Copyright © Lisa Jain Thompson 1948-2009. Back issues are in the Newsletter Section of the StarPoet website. Visit my contact page and get in touch. |
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I need to get this off my chest: At this point in time to the best of my knowledge, I do not remember having sex with Tiger Woods. Meanwhile, back in the real world, here come the solstice and the holidays. Addendum: as I write this on Saturday, there is eight inches of wet snow on the ground with eight or more inches still to come. We have ourselves a merry old December blizzard that I shall call the Great Barack Blizzard of 2009 until a better term arises. Allah be merciful, God bless us one and all. |
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The sun has gone Yet the sun returns Let's do it again |
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Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2009 CE |
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Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, sun, sun, sun, here it comes ... -- George Harrison |
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| in the spirit |
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A-Caroling |
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Let us go then, Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, |
| — Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009) |
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Conspiracy Theorists claim that Santa does not exist and that it is not an "inside job" but parents. This is can be shown to be unsound, using the same logic and principles that "9/11 Debunkers" use. Consider... A THOSE INVOLVED IN THE COVER-UP - Is it really likely that an entire half of the population of the world would go to such trouble to convince the other half that a big fat man was going to slide down the chimney? B. THE OFFICIAL REPORTS C. TRADE BALANCE D. PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE E. MEANS F. OFFICIAL CONCLUSION |
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| wintering |
| A Gift from the Lakes |
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A warm morning, A cold front is working its way Winter moves in on the First of December, Raise high the hardwood fires, lover, |
| — Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009) |
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| World Enough |
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The world moves in three dimensions Time's presence seasons every bite, |
| — Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009) |
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Origins of Solstice Celebrations
The seasons of the year are caused by the 23.44 degree current tilt of the earth's axis. Because the earth is rotating like a top or gyroscope, it points in a fixed direction continuously -- towards a point in space near the North Star. But the earth is also revolving around the sun. During half of the year, the southern hemisphere is more exposed to the sun than is the northern hemisphere. During the rest of the year, the reverse is true. At noontime in the Northern Hemisphere the sun appears high in the sky during summertime and low in the sky during winter. The time of the year when the sun reaches its maximum elevation occurs on the day with the greatest number of daylight hours. This is called the summer solstice, and is typically on June 21 in the Northern Hemisphere -- the first day of summer. "Solstice" is derived from two Latin words: "sol"meaning sun, and "sistere," to cause to stand still. The lowest elevation occurs about December 21 and is the winter solstice -- the first day of winter, when the night time hours are maximum.
In pre-historic times, winter was a very difficult time for Aboriginal people in the northern latitudes. The growing season had ended and the tribe had to live off of stored food and whatever animals they could catch. The people would be troubled as the life-giving sun sank lower in the sky each noon. They feared that it would eventually disappear and leave them in permanent darkness and extreme cold. After the winter solstice, they would have reason to celebrate as they saw the sun rising and strengthening once more. Although many months of cold weather remained before spring, they took heart that the return of the warm season was inevitable. The concept of birth and or death/rebirth became associated with the winter solstice. The Aboriginal people had no elaborate instruments to detect the solstice. But they were able to notice a slight elevation of the sun's path within a few days after the solstice -- perhaps by December 25. Celebrations were often timed for about the 25th.
-- Religioustolerance.org |
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| the poet herself |
| Disenthralling the World |
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I could jimmy you a bright poem I could rage against Govermental Tyranny One caught up in her own political cant Although I am willing to point out I am no new age poet or wingnut philosopher; |
| — Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009) |
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STATSHOT Must-Have Gifts, 2009 22% want Crumby, the out of work robot daddy who doesn't yell 3% want that African album they reviewed on NPR 12% want Call of Duty: Withdrawal Timetable 8% want a Governor For a Couple Years Barbie 33% want a solid, affordable shoeshine kit 10% want a high-five machine 15% want yellow pants |
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| the music of the season |
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Carol |
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In the fourteenth century a poet wrote Would I write a poem as true as Greensleeves, |
| — Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009) |
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| more of the poet StarPoet |
| Solstice |
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I wait for the light to return once more, I hunger for spring to brave the winter snow, I would the day be long and warm |
| — Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009) |
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Christmas Tree Light me up with me on top lets falalalala lalalala Ho ho ho (Ra pa pam pam) under the mistletoe (Ra pa pam pam) Oh oh a Christmas, My Christmas tree is delicious Cherry cherry boom boom! -- As sung by Lady GaGa |
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| santa land |
| Snowflakes |
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Snowflakes on my coke, |
| — Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009) |
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| yes, it was |
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Holiday Wishes |
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I want a tree just like a tree |
| — Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009) |
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A Letter From Santa Claus
Palace of Saint Nicholas in the Moon My Dear Susy Clemens, I have received and read all the letters which you and your little sister have written me . . . . I can read your and your baby sister's jagged and fantastic marks without any trouble at all. But I had trouble with those letters which you dictated through your mother and the nurses, for I am a foreigner and cannot read English writing well. You will find that I made no mistakes about the things which you and the baby ordered in your own letters--I went down your chimney at midnight when you were asleep and delivered them all myself--and kissed both of you, too . . . . But . . . there were . . . one or two small orders which I could not fill because we ran out of stock . . . . There was a word or two in your mama's letter which . . .I took to be "a trunk full of doll's clothes." Is that it? I will call at your kitchen door about nine o'clock this morning to inquire. But I must not see anybody and I must not speak to anybody but you. When the kitchen doorbell rings, George must be blindfolded and sent to the door. You must tell George he must walk on tiptoe and not speak--otherwise he will die someday. Then you must go up to the nursery and stand on a chair or the nurse's bed and put your ear to the speaking tube that leads down to the kitchen and when I whistle through it you must speak in the tube and say, "Welcome, Santa Claus!" Then I will ask whether it was a trunk you ordered or not. If you say it was, I shall ask you what color you want the trunk to be . . . and then you must tell me every single thing in detail which you want the trunk to contain. Then when I say "Good-by and a merry Christmas to my little Susy Clemens," you must say "Good-by, good old Santa Claus, I thank you very much." Then you must go down into the library and make George close all the doors that open into the main hall, and everybody must keep still for a little while. I will go to the moon and get those things and in a few minutes I will come down the chimney that belongs to the fireplace that is in the hall--if it is a trunk you want--because I couldn't get such a thing as a trunk down the nursery chimney, you know . . . .If I should leave any snow in the hall, you must tell George to sweep it into the fireplace, for I haven't time to do such things. George must not use a broom, but a rag--else he will die someday . . . . If my boot should leave a stain on the marble, George must not holystone it away. Leave it there always in memory of my visit; and whenever you look at it or show it to anybody you must let it remind you to be a good little girl. Whenever you are naughty and someone points to that mark which your good old Santa Claus's boot made on the marble, what will you say, little sweetheart? Good-by for a few minutes, till I come down to the world and ring the kitchen doorbell. Your loving Santa Claus |
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| weather |
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Snow on the Ground |
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Snow on the ground, A wonderland of winter |
| — Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009) |
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| somewhere, someone, too late ... |
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Chestnuts molding in a fresh food store Everybody knows a odd uncle or a friend You know that trouble's on its way And so I'm offering you this simple phrase |
| — Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009) |
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CHRISTMAS EATING TIPS 1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Holiday spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls. 2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. It's rare.. You cannot find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas! 3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat. 4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission. 5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Holiday party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello? 6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog. 7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again. 8. Same for pies. Apple, Pumpkin, Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day? 9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards. 10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember this motto to live by: Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate and wine in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!" |
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| Copyright © Lisa Jain Thompson 1948-2009. Back issues are in the Newsletter Section of the StarPoet website. Visit my contact page and get in touch. |

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