Don't Come!

"DON'T COME! Because it's too dangerous" she said at Christmas, but it was Christmas, and everyone goes home at Christmas, he told himself.

It's a tradition.

"No, DON'T COME! It's dangerous!" his mother stressed it, AGAIN, when it's a tradition and everyone goes home at Christmas.

Now in the cavernous halls of the college dormitory, which like an abandoned building that's desolate and devoid like everyone has fled, and the sound of his footfalls resonated down the lonely and echoing emptiness.

When a door closes behind the last one, and they have left because it's Christmas, then like Ebenezer Scrooge's mansion it reverberates that he's the last, and no one is left.

As the snowdrifts, outside, started out little and now they were LARGE and growing just before Christmas.

Like a new Ice Age at Christmas, and his mother said, "DON'T COME!" because it is too dangerous.

But everyone goes home at Christmas, and with no professor's lecture for two weeks because it is Christmas.

The wind like it was never going to STOP, and footfalls reverberated down the desolate and devoid of any signs of life -except his.

RISK IT! You have to risk it because it's Christmas and everyone goes home at Christmas, he told himself.

After loading his 1969 Chevrolet Impala with over a hundred-and-fifty-thousand miles on its frequently-breaking-down odometer, and he had to replace an alternator belt--last time--and the tires were nearly bald too.

With DECISIONS, DECISIONS, does he risk it? he asked himself.

Because it is Christmas and it's a tradition, everyone goes home at Christmas.

With everyone GONE like the End of the World, GONE, but they will be back after Christmas at SDSM&T.

In the cavernously empty halls that resonate with every footfall, and they sound like the footfalls of the last one alive on Earth.

He is in Space and void of nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! It resonates and reverberates like no one, now there is no one at Christmas, because it's a tradition, and everyone goes home at Christmas.

With his 1969 Chevrolet Impala packed, and an awful lot of miles to covered, while I-90, in winter, is the Siberia of America. GOOD LUCK! Hope you make it.

That's I-90 in winter. We will pray for you that you make it, and if you don't...

Then your soul will be in Heaven if you don't at Christmas.

Don't come because it is too dangerous his mother said, but it's Christmas, and everyone goes home at Christmas. It's a tradition.

In the howling blizzard at a truck stop in Mitchell South Dakota, they all banded-together and agreed to--for safety.

They agreed to watch out for others and if anyone fell behind or disappeared in the blizzard at Christmas.

What were they going to do if you did?

Because it is Christmas, and everyone wants to make it home at Christmas, so Good Luck and God Bless you on this blessed holiday. I hope you make it.

That's the type of blizzard it was in 1983, and the snowdrifts were getting higher and higher by the minute, and if Santa Claus delivers toys to every good boy and girl on that blessed night, then anything is possible he told himself when his mother said DON'T COME! Because it is too dangerous, and as life appeared to be over in the desolate and devoid of... at Christmas.

Once they had banded-together--for safety--at a truck stop in Mitchell South Dakota, and when he flashed headlights to signal but they wanted to make it home for Christmas.

God bless you. Hope you make it.

As the howling wind and record-low temperature--at Christmas--and everyone goes home at Christmas. It is a tradition.

DON'T COME because it is too dangerous.

On the holiday of miracles as the record-low temperature made it necessary, and it had to happen!

If it didn't happen during the holiday of miracles, then God wasn't paying attention.

In Winter Solstice when existence teetered on the edge of... maybe it will or maybe it won't. And God Bless You, Hope you make it is a breath he hoped he got to take.

After NOT making it, he didn't make it at Christmas, and the engine in his frequently-breaks-down 1969 Chevrolet Impala with an awful lot of miles on it and nearly bald tires, BUT IT WAS CHRISTMAS, and everyone goes home at Christmas.

DON'T COME! Because it is too dangerous during the blessed holiday of miracles when Santa Claus delivers toys to every boy and girl that's good, and he had been good.

Is there a happy ending?

Or is this like a message in a bottle that washed-up onshore after the ship sank? SEND HELP! the message says.

When the Afterlife was nye--at the Ethan Corner--and: Hope You Make It -was a quaint expression before the Afterlife arrived.

Is the ghost of Christmas Past still around?

Yes, the ghost of Christmas Past is still around, and it haunts the Ebenezer Scrooges of the world during the blessed season when miracles might or might not. It remains to be seen.

DON'T COME! Because it is too dangerous, his mother said at Christmas.

But it is Christmas, and everyone goes home at Christmas, it's a tradition.

In the betwixt and between of what is... and what might be... in the blessed season of miracles, and DON'T COME because it is too dangerous.

As the slow, and getting slower, err-err-err sound of the engine in his frequently-breaks-down 1969 Chevrolet Impala with an awful lot of miles on it and nearly bald tires ...but it is Christmas!

And everyone goes home at Christmas, it is a tradition, he told himself.

Is there a happy ending to this? Or is the ghost of Christmas Past haunting the world, STILL, and the ghost can type.

If such things exist and the odds are your favor during the blessed season of miracles, then it's A MIRACLE!

And the ghost of Christmas Past isn't typing this because it was a miracle after his mother said "DON'T COME" at Christmas, but everyone goes home at Christmas.

It's a tradition!