Monday, December 18, 2017

Commercial Christmas

Commercial Christmas
By Cathy Collar

Christmas is too commercial
 That is what I hear them say.
But in the eyes of Christians,
It is truly not that way.


For in each  shining light,
The Christmas star shines clear.
And in each twinkling eye,
  The Christmas spirit is near.

Santa Claus, they all say,
Takes away the true meaning.
 Doesn’t Santa symbolize,
World peace and love and giving ?


Christmas carols have not changed,
I hear the children singing,
About the birth of Jesus,
And praising the new born king.

They say the spirit’s smothered,
 Too many decorations.
But have they all forgotten ?
Christmas is a celebration !
And early Christmas morning,
The spirit is shinning through,
In all the children’s voices,
                                               The meaning is still so true.

When above all of the glitter,
I hear my daughter say,
“We love you baby Jesus.
Have the best Happy, Birthday !”

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

The Christmas Tree Mystery

The Christmas Tree Mystery?
By Cathy Collar
The kitten snuck under the tree.
What, oh what, did the kitten see?
A silver ball shiny and bright,
Sparkling in the Christmas lights.

She then gave it a wee small bat.
She watched it sway this way and that.
She sat and watched it till it stopped.
Then cocked her head and thought a thought.

She looked up high into the tree.
And many sparkling balls did see.
She squatted low and looked around.
Not a soul there was to be found.

The coast was clear, branch one, two, three.
“Bright balls swirling just for me!”
Branch four, branch five, “Oh mercy me,
I am at the top of the tree!”

But then the tree began to sway.
The tree branch sort of gave away.
She sunk her claws into the trunk,
As the tree fell with a ker-thump.

She found her feet and with a hiss,
Looked all around for who did this.
Who had cut down the Christmas Tree?
This was as bad as bad could be.

Footsteps came running down the hall.
She heard them right before the fall.
She looked around, she had to see
Who had cut down the Christmas Tree.

She hissed and growled at everyone.
They all stood there just looking dumb.
She crawled from underneath the tree.
"Why are you all looking at me?"

Thursday, November 23, 2017

The Pursuit

The Pursuit

By Cathy Collar 
“911, what is your Emergency?”

“You must come RIGHT NOW! HURRY!”

“Sir, please state your emergency?”

“I am being chased by a mad man. He has a gun.     HURRY!”
“Okay sir, stay calm. What is your location?”
“I’m in the woods behind Clear Lake! I’ve been running for my life for at least an hour. Pant. Pant.  I just now got a signal on my phone. I can’t last much longer. You must hurry!”
“Okay Sir, stay on the line. I’m sending someone right now.”
“Attention all patrols in the Clear Lake vicinity. We have an emergency situation in the woods behind the lake. The suspect is a male carrying a gun in pursuit of another male. Suspect is armed and dangerous. Approach with caution. Sir, are you still there?”
“Yes, I’m hiding.”
“Can you see the man pursuing you?”
“N n n no, but I can hear him.”
“Did you get a look at him?”
“No, he was shooting at me! But I know who he is.”
“Calm down. Help is on the way.”
“I’m trying, but I can still hear him coming through the trees. He keeps calling for me!”
“So, it is someone you know, sir?”
“Oh yes, I know him all too well! He has been my neighbor for the past four years. Ever since I moved to the country.”
“Do you know why he is trying to kill you?”
“I have no idea.  He comes after me every year. Usually I can just stay hidden from him, and after a few days he just gives up. I tell you this man is crazy! This time he found me and chased me into the woods. He is going to kill me!  Last year he had his wife with him. She had a knife and a gun! I wouldn’t be surprised if she weren’t out here too. They are both crazy people. I should never have moved to the country! Town was so much safer!”
“Please stay on the line while I advise the police of this possible other suspect.”
“Attention, all patrols in the Clear Lake area. There is a possible second suspect, female, could be carrying a gun and knife. She is thought to be the wife of suspect number one. Proceed with extreme caution.”
“Just try to stay calm the police are on their way.”
“That’s easy for you to say. You don’t have a maniac, chasing you through the snow in the woods!” 
“I know, but you must try to stay calm and hidden until the police get there.  I will stay on the line with you until you are safe.”
“You are so nice. I have gotten my breath back. Now I probably should run some more.”
“No! It’s best that you stay hidden. Just keep quiet and stay on the phone. Do you hear any sirens?”
“No. I’m really deep in the woods. They probably won’t find me in time. I really need to run now. I hear him calling and he’s close. I will keep my phone on, but I must move NOW!”
“This is unit 26.  We have arrived at the location. Be advised we have found an 1870 ford pickup. It is empty. The license plate is missing. We have found a box of shells for a 12 gauge shot gun inside. The registration is too faded to make out. Looks like E…something maybe Fud. Backup is here, and we are starting our pursuit into the woods.”
“Sir! Sir! Can you hear me?”
“Pant, pant… yes. I’m hiding again.”
“Good. The police are in the woods. Just stay out of sight and let them look for your assailant.”
“Okay. I can’t run anymore anyway.”
“While we are waiting sir, I didn’t get your name. I need it for my records.”
“It’s Tom ma’am, Tom Turkey.”

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

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Wednesday, November 1, 2017

November Birthday

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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Happy Halloween!

The Fat Black Cat
By: C. L. Collar

I opened the door and there she sat
on my front porch, a Fat Black Cat.
Since Halloween’s not far away
I decided that she could stay
Addition to my fun décor
A Fat Black Cat at my front door.

I really thought by the next day
She would have scampered far away.

But as I opened up the door
She had added to my décor
A big Fat Rat with a pink tail
Of course I let out quite a YELL!
She was not bothered by me much.
She simply said “It’s just my lunch.”

                         I really thought by the next day
                        She would have scampered far away
                        But as I opened up my door
                        She had added to my décor

A Large Black Spider in a Web
“He’s just a friend,” is all she said.
“He might stay for a day
Or he might simply go away.”

I really thought by the next day
THEY would have scampered far away

But when I opened up my door
They both were there and there was more!
She had procured a great big SNAKE
Dead of course, but still a SNAKE!
“He bothered me.” was all she said
As she daintily cleaned her head.

I really HOPED by the next day
THEY would have scampered FAR away.

But when I Opened up my door
There was more there than before.
A Bat was hanging from the eaves.
She growled and said. “I am not pleased.
I chased him all night through the trees.
He just won’t go. He’s such a tease!”

I really HOPED by the next day
They would ALL have gone far away!

But when I opened up my door
There was a surprise for sure!
The Cat had donned a Pointed Hat
And a cape was draped upon her back.
She smiled at me “Don’t I look dandy?
Maybe I will get some candy?”
Halloween night was finally here!

No one would come to my house this year
I thought as I looked out the door
At my unusual décor.

They would all be scared and run away
That cat had ruined my favorite day?

As I climbed into my bed
Costumed kids danced in my head
At least I’d see them in my dreams..
Then suddenly the doorbell rings!
I jumped and scampered to the door
And there I was surprised once more.

I opened the door and there she sat
The Fat Black Cat with the pointy hat.
Goblins and ghosts petted her fur
They gave her candy as she purred
Your house’s the best I heard them scream.
And as they ran off,  I know I’d seen
What will be MY BEST, HALLOWEEN!

I thought that she was here to stay
But she had vanished the next day
Gone was the Spider and the Bat
Gone was the Snake and the fat Rat
I really hope she will come back
Next Halloween, my Fat Black Cat!

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Happy Halloween

On the Wind of the Night

By: C.L. Collar

          Jessica sighed as she closed the old wooden window. It creaked in protest, asking her to leave it open and allow the cool night air into the house. She hated to shut out the refreshing breeze, but she had strict orders to close and lock every entrance into her great aunt Agnes's house before the sun went down. No explanation, no exception.  As she made her way down the spiral iron staircase and into the living quarters on the main floor, Jessica wondered why she had ever agreed to housesit for her crazy ole aunt anyway. Oh yeah, it was because she needed the money.
            One more room to check and then she could relax for the night. She briskly walked into the old-fashioned kitchen, complete with cast-iron stove, and made her way to the back entrance. It was as she suspected. The door stood wide open, with only the small screen door shut to keep the bugs out. No matter how many times she told Eliza, the housekeeper, to lock the door when she left for the day, for some odd reason the elderly maid seemed obsessed about leaving it open. Jessica glanced out the door into the dim light. Was she too late? What would happen if she were? 
      "Magic rides on the wind of the night," Eliza had said when Jessica had confronted her about it. "It does not like to be shut out."
            As she remembered the words, chills crept down Jessica’s spine. Shaking her head and trying to clear her mind, Jessica closed the door and huffed. "Crazy old bat,” she mumbled to herself. "I don't know which of you is weirder, you, or Aunt Agnes."
            Having secured the house, Jessica smiled and made her way to her favorite room, the library. Indoor plumbing and electricity were the only updates made to the mansion. Television, internet, and cell phone services were unavailable.
            At first Jessica was upset about the lack of modern devices, but after exploring the house's wonderful library, she had become addicted to the smell and adventures captured in the old books. The library also had a personal draw for her. It brought back old memories of her favorite uncle, Bernard, reading fairy tales to her when she was a child. He would lift her up on his shoulders and let her pick the book each night. Then they would snuggle into the plush recliner by a roaring fire with her parents seated on the sofa a few feet away and all enjoy the story.
            Those had been the good old days. The days before Aunt Agnes had come into their lives. After her uncle married Agnes, Jessica's family had not been welcome in the old family home. Six years later Uncle Bernard had passed away, taking with him any reason for her to want to return.
           That was why Jessica was so shocked when she received the letter from her estranged aunt. The letter was very blunt. Aunt Agnes never had liked to mince words. Agnes needed to go out of town for a week to settle some unfinished business. She knew
that Jessica had just recently lost her job and offered to pay her a huge amount of money if she would housesit while she was away. There was only one catch, Jessica would have to follow her instructions without any questions asked and tell no one where she was. She was to come immediately if she wanted the job.
            Jessica had no idea how her aunt found out that she lost her job, and she really didn't care. She needed the money for rent on her own apartment. Hopefully, the money would suffice until she could find another job. The very next day she found herself pounding the brass horseshoe doorknocker as she stood on the porch of the old mansion.  
             She drew her fingers across the leather bindings on the shelf. Each book beckoned her to choose it for her reading pleasure. What would she pick tonight?
            What was that? Her hand tingled as it passed over the book. Probably just a fluke, she thought, or maybe not. Her mind sped back to the open kitchen door. She pulled the book off the shelf and read the title, Defense Against Magical Beings. As she read the words aloud, she thought she heard a sound behind her. Setting the book on the desk she 
whirled around. Nothing. 
            Her heart was pounding so hard she could barely breathe. What is wrong with you? she asked herself. You don't believe in hocus-pocus. Get yourself together, girl.
           Releasing a lungful of air, she turned back to her book. She stepped back quickly as it flew open whipping pages forward then back again until it finally stopped. Jessica gingerly stepped toward the book and looked at the page. 
How to Banish a Boggart
1.  Sprinkle salt outside your door. He will tarry there no more.
2. Hang a horseshoe upside down. He will never come around.
3. If he is already in, then you must make friends with him.

           Jessica's mind raced back to the many fairy tales she had heard. None of them ever mentioned a Boggart. "What in the world is a Boggart?" Jessica asked into thin air.
            "That would be me," the gruff voice came from behind the desk.
            Jessica turned and ran to the kitchen. She didn't believe in magic, but she did know that the kitchen had knives, weapons to be used on anyone who might try to attack her. She grabbed a long knife out of the drawer and held it out in front of her, then turned to face the entrance.
            A small voice inside her head kept whispering, "You'd better get the salt out, or you'll be dead, there is no doubt."
            Keeping her eyes on the doorway, her hand closed around the large tin can of salt that always sat on the countertop.
            "I don't know what you want, but I am armed and have taken self-defense classes," she yelled into the open doorway. "It would be best for both of us if you just 
            Black goo oozed into the doorway. The stench was so bad Jessica gagged, but continued to hold her knife and salt in front of her.
            The black goo transformed into a large hideous being with long shaggy hair and eyes like saucers. It stood on two muscled, furry legs, and from its hands sprung sharp 
yellow claws.
            "Now why would I leave when it has taken me so long to get in?" The raspy voice grated at Jessica's nerves. "Besides this house belongs to me."
            "A circle of salt make in haste, or your blood he will taste."
            Jessica took the salt can and nervously sprinkled a circle all around her. Knife in hand, she turned back toward her unwanted guest. "I don't know what you mean,” she said, showing much more bravado than she felt. "My great aunt, Agnes, owns this house."
            The horrid beast spit rancid green fluid on the floor. "She took it away from me. She locked me out and forced me to live in a cave. Forced me to fend for myself out in the cold. And she did all of this after I helped this family for so many years. She is an ungrateful old hag and when she comes back, I will deal with her."
            The Boggart looked at the salt ring barring him from his victim. He sneered. "You have kept me at bay for now, but you didn't think this through, did you? How are you to escape your own circle of salt? I can go without food, drink, or sleep for weeks. You 
            Jessica dropped the knife a little lower and took in her surroundings. She had encased herself and the cast-iron stove in her circle. Nothing else. He was right; she had no escape. Think, she told herself, you have to be smarter than this ugly, creepy monster. What did the book say?
            "If he is already in, then you must make friends with him." the whisper sounded again in her head.
            But how? she thought.
            "To tame the beast he must feel safe, and be at home in this place."
             The smell of honey and cinnamon tickled her nose. She opened the door to the oven and there sat one of Elisa's luscious honey cakes. She turned her eyes back to the Boggart and put down the knife. "I wish you no harm." she smiled. "I was not aware of your story, and I have not done anything to cause you grief."
            The Boggart grunted then bellowed into the air. "You are of the same family, so you must also bear the burden of guilt. And you locked me out, just like your evil aunt.
            "Like I said before, I did not know your story. My aunt made me promise to lock the doors and windows every night before sundown. She never told me why, so how is it fair that I should suffer the consequences of her actions?" asked Jessica, now getting a little annoyed at the beast. "If I didn't know anything about you, and if I didn't knowingly do anything to harm you, how can you blame me?"
          "It is the way of the old. It is the way it is always done." the Boggart relaxed a little more. "You seem nice enough, but you are of the same bad blood."
            "No, I am not," Jessica put her hands on her hips. "I do not share the blood of that crazy old woman. My uncle's blood flows through my veins."
            The Boggart sniffed the air. "You tell the truth. I smell your uncle's blood in you. Your uncle was a very good man." The Boggart's odor lessened and his stature shrunk just a little.
            Jessica pulled the cake out of the oven and set it on the stovetop. "Okay," she 
said, "to prove to you that I don't want to harm you, why don't I break the circle and we both sit down at the table. We will share this wonderful smelling cake," she pointed to the cake on the stove, "and maybe a glass of milk while we discuss this matter."
            The Boggart sniffed the air again. "I do love cake. That is the kind Ms. Eliza used to make for me every day." He lowered his arms and eyed the cake longingly. "I have missed that so much." The rotten smell was replaced with the fresh smell of the forest. It mingled pleasantly with the scent of the cake. 
          Hope flashed into Jessica's eyes. "Then it's a deal?" she asked. "We have cake and milk and discuss what happened between you and my aunt, and you don't kill me."
            The Boggart's features softened. "All right, but you just be careful with that knife," he said as he wandered over to the table and sat down.
            Jessica gingerly stepped out of her protective circle with cake and knife in hand. She set the cake on the table and got two plates from the cupboard. She then filled two mugs with milk and placed one in front of the Boggart and the other in front of her chair. 
            The Boggart eyed the knife suspiciously as Jessica raised it to cut the cake. She cut a generous piece and placed it on the plate in front of him. He sat back and relished the moment. Seeing him relax, she cut herself a small piece and sat down across from him. In less than five minutes, the whole cake was gone.
            Jessica allowed him to enjoy the meal then said, "Now, tell me how you and my aunt got crossways."
            The Boggart pushed his plate away and sighed. "I am a house Boggart.
We are nocturnal beings preferring to work at night. We cannot go outside in the daylight. Sunshine will turn us into dust.
            I have lived in this house for eons, very happy to help out when needed because the family was always nice and very pleasant to me. Then your uncle married that old hag, Agnes. She forbade Ms. Eliza to bake my cake and never left anything out for my supper. After I had worked all night making necessary repairs to the house, I was forced to go out and find my own food. I accepted this insult only because I loved your uncle. He and his family had taken good care of me for many years. Then he went to the great unknown."
            The Boggart paused as sadness filled his eyes. "Things got even worse. I returned one night from hunting food to find all of the doors locked and a horseshoe hung upside-down above each entrance. I was banned from my own house. The house I had lived in for centuries. I found a cave not far from here and made it my home."
            The look on Jessica's face was one of shock. "Why would Aunt Agnes do that?" she asked.
            "Because she is a witch," the Boggart stated.
            "Yes, it does sound like she is a very nasty person, but I would not call her a witch."
            The Boggart grinned. "No, I mean she is a real witch, the magical kind. A very bad, ugly, witch. She bewitched your uncle into marrying her and then killed him slowly with her poison. When I realized what had happened, I vowed to get even. When your
aunt left, Ms. Eliza kept trying to leave the kitchen door open for me so I could get back in. The horseshoe nailed to the top was what was keeping me out, not your locks. Finally, tonight I got my chance."
            Jessica glanced at the small wooden door. Sure enough, there at the top on a rusty
nail, hung an upside-down horseshoe. Thinking back she remembered that every door and window entering the house had an upside-down horseshoe of some kind it on it.
Some were handles, others were for decoration, and the one on the front door was the knocker she had used when she had first arrived.  
          Her aunt was a witch and had poisoned her sweet uncle."But why did she lock you out?" Jessica asked. "You were still helping out with the house and were getting your own food. I would think she would want to keep you around."
            "Because I know where your uncle's real will is hidden," he said with a smirk on his face, "and I don't think she is in it. I was in the process of telling Eliza where it was so she could get that old Hag out of my house when your aunt walked into the room and interrupted me. The old witch must have overheard us talking because the very next day, I was banished."
            "Well, that does explain a lot," Jessica sighed, "but how do you plan to get rid of her? She will be back sometime tomorrow."
            "I had planned to tear her to shreds with my bare hands, but that might be a little hard for you to explain," the Boggart grinned through pointed yellow teeth, "and I have chosen to keep you around, so instead we will form a plan."
            Jessica shivered. "Yes, I do think we need a new plan."
            The two sat discussing the matter way into the wee hours of the night. Finally the
plan was formed.
            The next morning, Jessica was awakened by a loud bang of the front door closing. Her great aunt was home. Jessica threw off her covers and ran downstairs to greet her
            "My, you looked exhausted," Jessica said, taking her aunt’s coat and hat and 
hanging them in the closet. "How about a nice cup of tea?"
            "That would be good," the old women followed Jessica into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Traveling does take so much out of me, but after we finish our tea, you must leave immediately. I have already deposited your pay into your bank account."
            "That was so kind of you," said Jessica as she grabbed the teapot and filled it with water. Turning toward the stove, she brushed a small part of the salt circle with her foot and stepped in placing the pot on the stove. A discreet nod toward the corner let the Boggart know to get ready.
            Jessica struck a match then began fiddling with the knobs on the stove. "I can't seem to get the burner going, Aunt Agnes. Is there some trick to lighting it?"
            "It is really quite simple," her aunt said, stomping over to the stove. "You just turn the knob and light the gas. You youngins' now days don't know how to do anything worthwhile." She took the match from Jessica and leaned down to light the fire. 
            Jessica slowly stepped out of the ring of salt closing it with her toe and backed away from her aunt.
            Getting the fire going without any problem, Agnes turned. "See, so easy a child
could do it." Stepping forward, she banged her head into an invisible wall. Massaging her forehead, she looked down at the offensive ring. "What is the meaning of this?" she yelled.
            The Boggart crawled out of his hiding place. "I am the meaning of this," he said in the same gruff voice that Jessica had heard the night before. "I have you now, you old witch, and it is time for my revenge."
            Agnes glared at Jessica. "You let him in. Do you know what you have done? Do you know what he is?"
            "Yes," said Jessica. "He is my new friend, and now I also know what you are and what you did."
            Jessica quickly brushed the salt away and opened the oven door. A blast of hot air burst from the oven as the Boggart lunged forward and shoved Agnes into the inferno. Jessica slammed the door shut.
            "That is for what you did to my uncle," she said. "Now, Boggie and I both have  our revenge."
            "As the old witch's screams filled the air, Jessica smiled. "Care for a cup of tea, Boggie?"
            "I would love some, my dear, but first I have something I would like for you to
read," the Boggart said as he pulled a wrinkled piece of paper from a hidden drawer in the kitchen pantry.
            Jessica looked at the Boggart and then at the paper. "I think it would be best if we had a lawyer look at that, she said. "I don't know anything about wills."
            "I am just curious. Would you be so kind as to read it aloud?" asked the Boggart. "My reading skills are a little rusty after all of those years in the wild."
             Jessica tentatively unfolded the paper. The will was in her uncle's handwriting. She remembered admiring the flourish he added to each letter. She smiled and began to read out loud.
            "I, Bernard Lovell Kingfield, being of sound mind and body do hereby bequeath to my wife, Agnes, $1.00. That is all that she brought into the marriage, so that is what she will leave with. All of the rest of my earthly belongings, I will leave to my lifetime friend and companion, my dog, Orisis."
            Jessica stopped reading and looked up. "I can see why Aunt Agnes didn't want this will to be found, but I don't remember Uncle Bernard ever having a dog," she said pressing her eyebrows together.
            "Well then, I must introduce you to him," said the Boggart.
            Before Jessica could blink, the Boggart was gone and a large, shaggy black dog stood in his place. The dog padded over to Jessica, sat down, and placed his paw in her hand.
            Jessica laughed. "I am glad to make your acquaintance, Orisis. It is such a pleasure to meet you."
            The dog barked then stepped back and turned back into the Boggart.  
            "I am Orisis, and I am at your service anytime you need me," he said bowing. "Now, please continue to read the will."
          Jessica's eyes returned to the text. "As Trustee for Orisis and Executor of my Estate, I name, my niece, Jessica Victoria Kingfield."
            The page dropped from Jessica's hand. "I can't believe it," she said. "Uncle Bernard left all of this in my care."
            Orisis chuckled. "After what you did today, I cannot think of any more capable hands to leave it in. Now, I think I am ready for that tea. How about you?"
            Jessica picked up the will, folded it, and then placed it in her pocket. "I promise you this, Orisis, you will never be hungry or locked out of your house again."
            She then walked over to the door, yanked the horseshoe from it, and tossed it into the yard. "Have a seat and I'll put the kettle on. I'm afraid we are going to have to get a new stove in here before Eliza can bake you another one of her marvelous cakes," she said. "But don't worry, I always travel with a large stash of Twinkies. I'll go get them while you keep this fire burning."