Void of Inspiration

The Wizard of Oz

Scarecrow: But some people without brains do an awful lot of talking… don’t they?

Wizard of Oz: As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart. You don’t know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
Tin Woodsman: But I still want one.

Wizard of Oz: Why, anybody can have a brain. That’s a very mediocre commodity. Every pusillanimous creature that crawls on the Earth or slinks through slimy seas has a brain. Back where I come from, we have universities, seats of great learning, where men go to become great thinkers. And when they come out, they think deep thoughts and with no more brains than you have. But they have one thing you haven’t got: a diploma.

Scarecrow: The sum of the square roots of any two sides of an isosceles triangle is equal to the square root of the remaining side. Oh joy! Rapture! I got a brain! How can I ever thank you enough?
Wizard of Oz: You can’t.

It was 4am, the gifts were wrapped, the stockings all stuffed, turkey in the oven and the house was all buffed. I walked up the stairs, getting ready for bed, and hear a strange noise inside my head.

It was not in my head! On the roof such a clatter – those damm squirrels again are what’s the matter! I put on my shoes, my scarf, and my coat. It’s cold and snowing just to note. I’m on my lawn as my head slowly turns; my eyes are deceiving me should I be concerned?

I fall to the ground – all around me is snow, Santa and his reindeer have started their show! I wasn’t smoking or drinking, so stoned I am not, that jolly old elf sits on my roof top! I jump to my feet and run back inside. I hope he did not see me – I think I will hide!

With bells of clang down my chimney he went, the magic of Saint Nick has been sent. The stories of old and myths are all true, it’s happening to me and soon to you. As he places his last gifts from his sack, he knew where I was hiding and startled me back! Santa looked at me and said with a grin, my story needs telling to all a kin.

We have forgotten our stories and our past, this time of year is to find a way to make it last. Give with your heart and more you will see, there is Christmas in us all – if we want it to be. More than today tomorrow will come, “Can everyday be Christmas and our hearts be one?” He looked at me smiled and said, “There is work to be done and it waits in my sled”.

Up the chimney he went as I was amazed, his night I will remember, as I know I’m not dazed. So pass this story on to your friends and give with your hearts until the end. As Santa has exclaimed his famous note, I hope you do not mind what I wrote. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night, the magic is in all of us, never give up the fight!