Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Humpday Haikus

Chilly Tennessee
Forcing me to get a coat
I feel so betrayed

Winter wonderland
Where have you gone? Where, I cry?
Everything is wet and muddy

Friendly, welcoming blog friends
Cherdo and Janie

Join us, we exclaim!
Blog your Xmas memories
Belong to the ages!

Computer junky
Don't be selfish at Christmas
More give...less receive

But wait! Don't despair!
Others will share their thoughts, too
It is a win-win

Our Christmas Bloghop
Our gift to the Universe
Real secret Santas

Hint hint hint hint hint 
Hint hint hint hint hint hint hint
Hint hint hint hint hint 

Will they quit asking?
Gee...they are so persistent
I sign the Linky...

The haiku now ends
I won't mention it again
...unless you don't join...

 My Favorite Christmas Memory Bloghop Dec. 22



  1. Good morning, dear Cherdo!

    It is I/me, Shady Claus, the bad penny of bloggers, back to join the Flipster fun. Please don't expect me to write anything funny this morning. (See, that wasn't funny, was it?) I'm still half asleep. Flights were delayed due to the East Coast nor'easter and I didn't get home until midnight last night. The airport chaos capped a grueling day that included driving through cold, raw, windy, rainy weather in North Carolina. It was a mess, wasn't it?

    Anyway, I am exhausted but happy to be home and back to blogging. I see that you and Janie held your favorite Christmas memory blog hop. My favorite memory is Christmas 1984, the first year I lived in Florida. The previous Christmas, back home in Pennsylvania, I was involved in the personal development seminar movement and participated in a group holiday project in which all the seminar participants fanned out and visited nursing homes and gave fruit baskets and plush stuffed animals to the elderly. Now in Florida, a bachelor, completely on my own, 1,000 miles from home, 1,000 miles from family, friends or a single familiar face, I decided to do something on my own, something outrageous and powerful. I staged a one man holiday project. I went shopping and bought a large quantity of flowers, teddy bears and other plush animals. On Christmas eve I located the nearest nursing home, took my load of gifts and walked into the facility unannounced. I asked the charge nurse if I could visit some of the residents and hand out the presents. She smiled and quickly agreed. I asked her to direct me to the most desperately lonely residents, the ones who have no family, the ones who get no visitors at Christmas. I visited those elderly people one by one, gave them presents and spent a few minutes chatting with them. I asked them about their lives, their youth, their families and the kind of work they had done. They enjoyed the opportunity to recall better days and I could tell their spirits were lifted by my surprise visit. When my sack was empty and my rounds completed, I followed the nurse back to the lobby. I thanked her for allowing me access to the residents. She asked me for the name of the church where I serve as pastor. She was that certain I had to be a minister. I told her I was not a preacher, just a free lancer, one of Santa's helpers. She seemed puzzled but appreciative. I wish I would have and COULD have used those now familiar words we hear when heroes are interviewed on the news, "I just did what any ordinary citizen would do." Yes, I will proudly state that I was a hero of sorts that Christmas. I will also admit that I spent many other Christmases sitting on a bar stool getting drunk and wallowing in self pity. The point is that we can all be a hero any time we choose. I invite you and all your readers to experience the joy of doing something completely out of character, something totally outrageous and scary. Go forth this Christmas season and commit random acts of greatness. Feed the homeless. Spread joy and hope to the forgotten elderly. Give them the gifts they need most, your time and your undivided attention. Be somebody's hero, not only at Christmas time, but throughout the year. I guarantee you will feel more alive than you ever have before. So will those you touch.

    Why not you? Why not now?

    Happy Wednesday, dear friend Cherdo!

    1. Welcome back, Shady Del Knight! We missed you and I hope everything went well - with the exception of the stinky weather. We have that today in my city, but YOU are back in Florida!

      You have arrived and delivered a wonderful gift - a story that touched my heart! In my family and our home, we do ongoing volunteerism; all of us. It's part of who we are and I don't ever see it changing. Gonzo started at a very young age; even as a teen - he continues. If you really want to make an impact on someone's life, do something for them. Be selfless; it's freeing! It comes with rewards you might not be able to understand until you participate.

      So glad you're back, friend! Love to all.

    2. Hey, wait a minute! Get on the BLOGHOP, you! We need your blog wisdom on Dec. 22!

    3. Thank you for that post, Shady. Your errors in judgment were forgiven as soon as you asked. I loved it when we had kind visitors in the nursing home where I worked. It was filled with lonely people. Some of the happiest had dementia and didn't know where they were. They enjoyed watching re-runs of sit coms. The shows were new to them.

  2. Now that was creative! Nice job on the Haiku! I'm signed up. Looking forward to it!

  3. Now this was inventive and quite funny and I already joined:)

    1. Apparently, I have too much time on my hands, Birgit (but thanks, girl!). ;-)

  4. CHERDO ~
    I was definitely planning to submit a comment here in Haiku form. I was reading along and beginning to formulate some ideas about a Haiku reply. But then I got to this...

    Hint hint hint hint hint
    Hint hint hint hint hint hint hint
    Hint hint hint hint hint

    ...and I knew nuttin' I came up with could match that for fun, ingenuity, and outside-the-box envelope-expanding Haikuness.

    OK? Fine! You win.
    Are you hap, hap, happy now?
    Cherdo, Haiku Queen!

    “Hand me a tissue;
    I am going to— HAIKU!”
    “Oh dear! God bless you.”

    Alright, sign me over and out.

    ~ D-FensDogg
    'Loyal American Underground'

    1. SMIRK. My husband liked that hint-hint-hint part best, too. I'm scared that you might be cut from the same cloth.

    2. Don't be scared. God loves His children and He wouldn't create two peoples just like me. (In fact, I'm pretty sure the devil created me before God said: "OK, that's enough! No mo' creatin' fo' you! Step aside - I'll go back to handling this stuffs.")

      On the seventh day
      God said, "I could use a break."
      And in stepped the snake.

      ~ D-FensDogg
      'Loyal American Haikuist'

    3. He didn't create two like you because you have it covered. There's not two Mona Lisa or two Sistine Chapels, either. So, it's not necessarily a bad thing...

  5. CUTE! Yeah, I'm in Nashville, and it's pretty darn chilly here. I just stay inside as much as possible.

    1. Brrrrrrrr....from K-ville. Man, it's cold. Bundle up, Stephanie.

  6. I love your haiku
    You are a genius of course
    God will smile on you

    I love you a bunch
    And I always will love you,

    The Queen of Grammar


Thanks for your personal yada, yada, yada,
Love, Cherdo