“So, how was your vacation last night Robin?” The parasite had woken early to start munching on a cheese log and appeared to be in a jolly mood.

It was beyond your wildest imagination. Three parts to the trip and lasting over five years. Very healing and much needed. There was the barn, the tours, the tractor on the highway, the dog, the pickup, the young girl, the man and of course the part this world will never know.

“So, in other words you’re full of shit, strange, and need mental help.” The parasite was making progress on the cheese log and the fruitcake looked to be next on the list of prey.

Whatever you think parasite, whatever you think. However, the trip was needed, anticipated, and appreciated, but that was last night today is Christmas Eve, a very important day for many people around the world, those people who have let a man named Jesus into their hearts.

“Jesus was an idiot just like you. Hey while you’re up pass me some mustard, this fruitcake is a bit dry.”

Ha, that’s last years fruitcake and no, Jesus is no idiot but you already know that…

“Yeah, I know, I just like getting struck by lightning,” (in the near world the swirl of a lightning tornado filled the heavens with light) “See, it worked…”

Yes, Jesus was born not too long ago, yesterday for a monster like me and only a few thousand years ago for people. Of course much has been written about the Man, and (as a reader you cannot understand fully what is being felt at the moment, what pictures are showing themself, and words… a boy wearing cloth not from market stall, paths crossed as a river lowered, a fish and flower.

“Robin, what’s wrong with your hands? Why are they blurry?”

(and now, time)

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In a world owned by a dark Lord there was born the Light. The Light of the world in the form of one of the weakest forms of life of the world.

Darkness knew this child, knew this child very well and yet owning a Universe, a world, emboldens the powerful. The Lion devours the Ram, the Bull gores the hound, all life to submit to the power of darkness. The people to which the darkness reigned, followed the will of the world, of darkness, yet into a world owned by a dark Lord there was born the Light. The Light of the world in the form of one of the most vulnerable, the most weak, the most innocent forms of life the world had ever seen.

Babies: Hatched, birthed, brought into a world to struggle, grow, feed, die. All young exposed and for many, death comes early and quick. Seasons of Life and Death where death was King. For a human child, without help at birth would soon die as they truly are helpless against any world, any except the world of Light. And for the World of Light there was the King, a child now born.

The Lord of darkness would ply all manners of tricks to douse the Light. It would use death, horror, human weakness. It would go so far as to offer the Light a world of illusion, of death, but this was as it had to be.

Jesus was born as it had to be, and he grew. He was a joy to watch grow; infant to toddler to child to boy to man. For the Darkness, it was trivial, humorous, jovial as Darkness controlled not only worlds but time…It had time on its side. To do with as it pleases.

“It is time for you to sleep now son,” Mary smiled as she spoke to her two-year old son, Jesus.

The past two years had been hard on the family. They had to move as the dark forces controlling a world owned by dark forces had made them seek the safety of many places.

Jesus had spent this day being as busy as any two-year old male boy can be. He had played with some broken shards of a pottery bowl his mother had dropped on the earthen floor earlier in the morning. He had studied a spider spinning a web and he was in awe at how beautiful the webbing formed. Yes his time this day was one full of discovery and exploration. And now it was time for bed.

Outside, birds hopped and chirped as the day gave way to evening. Their sounds brought a smile to the face of the child, a child of Light whose eye lids grew heavy and soon he was asleep, leaving his mother to return to her evening tasks, one being to protect her child from the darkness.

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