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The Christmas Haunting

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The Christmas Haunting

The old man had always had an unnatural fondness 
for the animal but could never seem to bond with human easily, 
with the exception of a special, dear grandmother. His mind 
wandered back to his childhood, the Christmas eve of 1958 about 
a special chore that he was required to do of his parents…….

“Being”
To be or not to be
One two three,
Five more to go…
The eight year old counted the puppies his female Border collie 
had given birth to only three days earlier. The words of his parents 
echoed in his ears, “We can’t have so many dogs around the house, 
we can’t feed them all. You will have to dispose of them, 
she is your dog, your responsibility.”  The lad wiped the tears from 
his eyes, as he prepared reluctantly to smash another head against
a large stone which he had selected. “Smash!” not a whimper. 
He had become proficient at this chore.

 “Being”
To be or not to be
One two three four, 
four more to go. 
The remaining puppies snuggled together for warmth in the cold
December breeze. I can’t do this his conscience screamed as his 
young mind reasoned, “You have to, mom said, and dad will be home 
in the evening. You will get a licking such as you have never gotten before.”  “Smash!” not a whimper. The blood trickled down his finger tips.

“Being” 
To be or not to be, 
One, two, three, four, five, 
Three more to go, He looked at the huge stone, “The killing stone” he 
thought as he prepared to finish all three of the remaining puppies 
in one swift moment if possible. “Smash! Smash! Smash!” It was over 
he gave a sigh of relief as he gathered the tiny, still bodies into a small 
shoe box that was to be the coffin of burial. He quickly buried the box 
with the puppies’ corpses inside. He knew this was one chore on Christmas 
eve day that would haunt him for many days perhaps years to come.

In Honor of Carol Brown
And Contest

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  1. Date: 12/3/2011 8:44:00 AM
    How sad, john. An excellent entry for the contest. Where does this story come from? An actual experience you had or heard about? or all fiction? Congrats on your number one win.

    freeman Avatar john freeman
    Date: 12/3/2011 4:42:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    closer to home than one ares to admit.
  1. Date: 12/2/2011 5:03:00 PM
    Thanks John, saddest thing i had to do, was to put a bullet into you, my mate Mick Cattle dog, Yes sadness takes the game, but we go on, and do remain, johnson's still in his domain, the land of the never never....

  1. Date: 12/1/2011 5:38:00 PM
    Excellent poetry! Congratulations!

  1. Date: 12/1/2011 5:04:00 PM
    Congratulations on your win :)

  1. Date: 12/1/2011 12:38:00 PM
    very touchy write,John.Congratulations on your win.....

  1. Date: 12/1/2011 10:11:00 AM
    Dear John~Spectacular winning piece! You are top dog for the day..love this emotive write. Just awesome! Gwendolen

  1. Date: 12/1/2011 9:03:00 AM
    I couldn't finish reading this. Just too heart wrenching. Well written, but too sad for me. Congratulations on your win though John

  1. Date: 12/1/2011 8:14:00 AM
    Unvelievable. The saddest thing I have ever read. Congratlations on your win. Love, Joyce

  1. Date: 12/1/2011 6:25:00 AM
    Gosh thats awful, not the poem but the experience.x

  1. Date: 12/1/2011 6:12:00 AM
    Congratulations on your placement in my contest Moses. You all left a piece of yourselves on this contest page. It was so very hard to judge. I am asking you all to read and comment on all the winners here. You will go away seeing into the hearts of all the winners. This was a very emotional contest for me. Thank you all for supporting this contest. Love and blessing to you all, Carol

  1. Date: 11/19/2011 8:54:00 PM
    A very unforgettable write. Thanks for sharing....love, CC

  1. Date: 11/19/2011 2:36:00 PM
    My, this certainly is a powerful and disturbing piece, my friend. This one moved me as much as your poem about your own blind pony. Many congrats on all your wins : )

  1. Date: 11/18/2011 5:09:00 PM
    What a wicked task to assign to a child. His parents are desensitizing him to others' suffering. John, this is quite possibly the most compelling poem I've read in a long, long time. Some people say psychopaths are born that way. I think forcing a child to kill puppies is a surefire way to nourish serial killer instincts. To my favorites! Bravo, my friend. Love, Carolyn

    freeman Avatar john freeman
    Date: 11/18/2011 6:25:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    I did have some doubts about sharing this Carolyn. But somehow felt I should.
  1. Date: 11/18/2011 1:23:00 PM
    We are who we are and who we were but not who we will be. Peace be with you. Tony

    freeman Avatar john freeman
    Date: 11/18/2011 6:29:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    "Exactly Tony" Thanks
  1. Date: 11/18/2011 1:03:00 PM
    A wrenching introspection of the human experience John. This one is very profound and an really plays with the emotions of the reader, as I am sure the chore did to the subject. Excellence in poetry, well done.

    freeman Avatar john freeman
    Date: 11/18/2011 6:30:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thanks Tim
    B Avatar Tim B
    Date: 11/18/2011 1:03:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    *Scratch that extra an :)
  1. Date: 11/18/2011 12:44:00 PM
    I'm speechless John, you have swallowed Christmas whole with this write, Love and blessings to you dear man. Love, Vie

    freeman Avatar john freeman
    Date: 11/18/2011 6:27:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Your sweet Vienna.