Christmas Chisme

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Now, that you are done with the nuttiness of Christmas. Decorating the tree with exquisite one of a kind ornaments. Breaking through the parking lot unscathed. Braving the torrential crowd to buy that perfect Christmas pajamas and showstopping designer New Year’s outfit. Exchanging that perfect regift by your Secret Santa. Baking every melting in your mouth goodies. Cooking the latest recipes on Pinterest. Eating all that food until your hearts content, aka pig out. Playing your favorite games. Telling stories so cool, your bird slept through it. Dancing your hearts content. Pigging out from your own hand’s mischievous dishes. Now that you had time to breathe, take it all in. Let the church say, Amen. The scale and little rosie credit card bill awaits you. Inhale then join the mad caravan. Notice the ten days reprieve, aka shop, right?! Take it from me. It is true because my bird said so. It told me, it heard the chisme (rumors) on the street corner after the internet went down and I bought it cheap, a nickel as a matter of fact, from this guy selling peanuts. Yes, peanuts. Happy New Year love. Stand by. Start saving. The plane is in the tarmac, taking off once again in 341 days. Back to your regularly scheduled program, take on that annoying co-worker. Booyah!

©️ Angela Aguiar

Wind Talker

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Wind talker he isn’t but it will tell stories, true or not reinvented or designed, it will tell a story and it will make the town front page magazine, the church bulletin and breaking news in one two punch.

If you want your skeleton to stay in the closet, tell it to yourself or to whoever will listen and promise not to tell, your ears only more likely but how would you want it to stay hush-hush when the gossip caravan found itself in a mattress sliding down the ravine of disbelief faster then a penguin?

Yes, I want an answer alright but I wanted it to stay locked up but the story found itself waving at the best truth patrol persecutor there is, the bird up in the sky who attempted to deliver its own side of the story by trying to knock me out cold and attack me for no reason. You think I am making this up? Ask that of my phone. Its broken heart won’t lie.

©️ Angela Aguiar