Christmas...I love you.

Oh...Christmas. How much do I love thee?

Even though I work in retail my spirit can not be squashed.

Bring on the commercialism, and the overly priced toys and games. I want to hear bad versions of holiday songs played repeatedly in every store.

What's that? They will be scheduling "Holiday Movie Choices" (Not Christmas. What the?) on all my cable channels.

I embrace it.

Hello...My Christmas tree was up before Halloween. Yes, you read that correctly. I said...BEFORE Halloween. Should I have waited? No. It's up to the individual to decide when they want to start their "Holiday", and I said "Whatever", and then did my own thing.

I love this time of year. Everyone get's a bit frazzled and grumpy. There's traffic all the time on the streets, highways, and in the stores. Shopping becomes an extreme sport, and people are willing to compete to the point of humility just for the chance at obtaining that one item that is on the "Hot" list.

We put out our Nativity Scenes, Menorahs, Kinaras, Santa's, and hide ridiculously-silly-felt- things-that-hardly-resemble-a-Santa-worker in stupid places just to placate our children.

Not everyone has a belief, or tradition that they hold true. Some may not want to participate in our joyous festivities. This is also OK.

I, however, am a Christmas-light-loving-geek! Just add the merry songs and I am happier than an Elf... making toys. (And you thought I was going to say the rhyming word huh?) It will never happen people!

To kick start my homage to the colorful season, I give you one of my favorite songs. I have a several, but this was the one stuck in my pretty, somewhat sporadic mind.

Peace and sweet dreams always,

Lyn Hernandez

P.S. You can not spell Christmas without Christ.  :0)

 

Mea Culpa.

Why?

Everything is muddled. We are washing away again.  Our shores are destroyed and the underground submerged. Insurmountable damage leaves everyone questioning. Why?

My Ink stain.

Plain pages of my soul forever tainted by your foul ink. How do I recover myself? I can not erase the stench of your lies. My forgiveness is from pity, and I have the power to say I will, and I can, and I do or do not! Out, spot out! You are the bane of my existence. My ink stain. Lyn Hernandez 10/19/2012

Just a Reminder.

Ode to Soap.

Oh, my sweet and lovely bar of soap.
You've made me clean and smell no more.
I thank thee for thy cleansing suds
which washed away the scent of yore.
I am grateful  for your scent is pleasant.
Yet, I resent thee for thy taste is foul
and if not for my for my curiosity
I may have avoided the mouthful
of suds.

I now must gasp and gag and pray,
that the filth and slime will go away.
I plunge my head into the water clean
again my thoughts are muddled for I
thrust it forth into a latrine.

Faced yet again with my sweet bar of soap,
a bath of suds, and a heart of hope
I plunge myself into the cleansing bubbles
to ease my soul & I erase my troubles.

Lyn Hernandez
10/08/2012

Welcome

Hi there.

Welcome to Once Upon A...

I do realize that you may have reached the wrong blog,  but I welcome you to have fun with me, and perhaps peruse through the archives.

I am back after a very long hiatus.  My platform stays the same.  I will stay true to the strange, unusual, and ever morphing events and/or  things that occur during the year.

I do throw in the occasional poem, or story for fun. So sit back and just enjoy the nonsense.

Lyn

A Simple Wish.

I wish I may, 
I wish I might,
Wish this wish I wish again tonight.
And if again it does not come true,
I'll wish it 'till my face turns blue.

I love simplicity!

Lyn Hernandez

It's Alive!

I thought for sure I was done blogging anything ever.  I figured if I were to do "this" again, I'd do it under a pseudonym. Oh wait.  That's right. I am already.  I am together happy and sad that I find myself gravitated toward my baby.  She is my first creation and still my favorite.

I am happy!

Lyn

Unstuck.

I was a drone, a zombie, a woman that woke each day to complete her tasks just to repeat them uneventfully.  I was placated by the normalcy of my life.  I was comfortably numb. Life was, for me, as simplistic as it could possibly get, and I was fine with that.

My love of fairy tales, folklore, myths, and the unknown is what sparked me to write from the heart.  It's not always easy, but you will never fail with being true to yourself.

I have failed miserably in both the love and writing parts of my life, but when I merge the two I don't care.  I am infallible.

I can rule the world and never care if there were ever a critic to judge me on how well I write.  I could erase the rules and make them mine. I declare there will never be punctuation from hence forth.  I am the queen of my MY world.

He makes me this way, and I love him.

I have my King.  He is rough around the edges, but he is completely gooey on the inside and I adore him.

I have my two Princes.  They are my babies, and my loves. They will forever be the reason that I breathe, and the rocks that ground me.

I don't know if it was that hug, that kiss, or just his smile, but this sleeping beauty is awake.

My King is my "Prince Charming".

I am finally....Unstuck.

Lyn Hernandez
3/12/2012

Alive

I set out to find the perfect words...
sought the most beautiful images...
and imagined the grandest of canvas' to paint our world.
A gift, from me, to declare my adoration.
Our Masterpiece would be yellow, but not of age.
It would hold the happiness, giggles, and sneaky smiles.
There would be images of fish, deer, snow, and wind.
We would be able to smell the fresh air, or the scent of our skin.
You would taste the crispness of Mother Nature... and I would feel.
I feel alive.

Lyn Hernandez
3/4/2012