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2 Advent
Advent means coming. It is a season of preparation before Christmas. The season of Advent begins on the fourth Sunday prior to Christmas Day, or the Sunday which falls closest to November 30, and lasts through Christmas Eve, or December 24.
Advent is a period of preparation in which many Christians make themselves ready for the coming, or birth of Jesus.
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An Advent calendar is a special calendar used to count or celebrate the days before Christmas. The days often overlap with the Christian season of Advent. Despite the name, most Advent calendars begin on December 1, regardless of when Advent begins, which can be as early as November 27 and as late as December 3. In an Advent calendar there is one “thing” for each day of December leading up to Christmas Day. One is opened every day leading up to Christmas. The calendar has something different every day to read, look at, … It is supposed to be fun! Enjoy and learn about Christmas and December and … If you like it , let me know.
Angel and I read and think about reading with a focus on question words.
Holding hands with her daughter
they crossed the street
Her other hand caressing
the cell phone
fingering the buttons
a coy smile
slight giggle
staring into its light.
A quick tug from the daughter
and mom knows there is a curb,
a hurdle to overcome.
down my street,
took the Otis to my 7th floor
turned on my flat panel
to see the news from the coast
Oil! Everywhere!
How could they let that happen!
The birds! the turtles!
I took out my Papermate to pen a note to my senator.
Nah, I’ll just e-mail my disgust
about what they do and what they didn’t do,
about what they should do and shouldn’t do.
I’d take the bus tomorrow
if I could stop to buy my coffee.
I sent all jobs to Mexico
and did not shed a tear
I’ll make more cash, the stock will soar
by bonus time next year
Now sales are down, no one’s employed
there’s economic fear
Guess I forgot: no jobs = no sales
cuz my customers are here
Fear I feel
as I walk the downtown streets.
I’m afraid of them.
Their loud talking
Their different clothing
these ‘owners of the street.’
Their buying and selling
brings ruin to children, teenagers
mothers, fathers
A word stabs
a decision kills
sometimes without thinking, mostly without thinking
I’m afraid of them
The corporate ones in suits.
Silencio por favor,
Mi caballo de palo está durmiendo;
Anoche se fue a jugar.
En calles vacías huyó corriendo
No sabía a que esperar.
Pasó por la casa de un gran amigo
“Quiero que venga,” pensó.
“Amigo, amigo,” llamó por la reja.
A la ventana su amigo llegó.
“Vente conmigo a conocer el verano
Escapémonos una vez, ¿ya?
Da miedo ir solo, yo cuento contigo,
Calladito oirá tu papá.”
Mágicamente y solo se abrió la ventana
Y al caballo el niño montó.
Se fueron del pueblo con luz de estrella
En el camino que el sauce mostró.
En sombra de luna hallaron un lago
Cantando feliz, “do, re, mi.”
Nadaron, pescaron jugaron un rato
Juntos con otros allí.
Los duendes amables les contaron un cuento
De elfos y gnomos y más.
Las hadas hermosas bailaron de flores
Con alas brillando atrás.
Pero ya era hora de volverse a casa
El lago y bosque dejar.
“Habrá otra noche de cuentos y hadas.
Duérmete niño ¡Soñar!”
Regresó a su casa mi caballo de palo,
Ni un sonido oí.
Temprano el niño me dijo el cuento
Y por eso a ustedes pedí:
Silencio por favor,
Mi caballo de palo está durmiendo.
Waking up in Mollendo, Peru.
S. T. Fleming 