William F.x O'connell

Christmas at the Speed of Life...: Season Brutality - Gift Wrapped William F.x O'connell

A Christmas more merry... There is only one Christmas, isn't there? Holly and mistletoe. A golden retriever by the fire. Mom bastes the bird while dad carols with the choir. Icicles cling to the branches of birch trees and fat, wet snowflakes tumble down, lit by the yellow glow of gaslights. Horses nicker and children giggle and lovers nestle and sigh. We?re all dreaming of a white Christmas ? and we're all dreaming. Talk a walk in Brother Willie?s shoes to see a picture of Christmas you?ll find nowhere else. |||||| ?But you always know where to find me, don?t you? If I ain?t making cheese-burgers from all your sacred cows, then I?m running your fingers through the matted hair of yet another wretched untouchable. But at the speed of life events have sequence but no duration, no expiration, so I expect you can always find me unguarded in that moment of glowing perfection just before the dawning. Down at the river. Tossing pebbles into the water. Weeping for all my dead.?