ACHARIT HAYAMIM

THOUGHTS AND REVELATIONS

Friday, December 15, 2006

BIGFOOT SAGA

Thursday, December 14, 2006

"LET EVERYTHING THAT HAS BREATH"

Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring
except one little mouse.
It scampered along the floor
on its cold, little feet,
looking for something,
but not something to eat.
It looked in every room
in the silent, old house,
which was quite a undertaking
for one little mouse.
So, not finding what it
was looking for,
squeezed through
a tiny crack 'neath the door.
It raced through the cold, wet snow
to the stable out back,
and peered cautiously
through a thin, little crack.
It could hear voices
with its pointed, little ears,
and animal sounds so peaceful,
it calmed all of its fears.
Inside the stable,
what did its beady, little eyes behold?
something of wonder
that the prophets foretold;
a child lay in a manger
swaddled in gold.
It did a back-flip,
and ran in circles
for awhile,
its little heart
beat farantically,
and on its little mouth,
a huge mouse smile.
The people were gathered
around the manger
where the little child lay,
the shepherds kneeling in adoration
in the soft, yellow hay.
The little mouse,
filled with joy,
scampered back to its lair,
and told the mousehold
waithing there
about the beautiful baby boy.
So, all the mice marveled
at this wonderful thing,
and the mousehouse vibrated,
as all the mice
did sing...