In Hungarian traditions, the Santa Clause, a.k.a. Saint Nicolas, a.k.a. Sánta Miklós brings small present at 6th o' December, while on Christmas, the (literally "little", but usually translated as) Baby Jesus brings the presents. How? Why? Those are questions I can nor will not answer.
Lil' Jesus is coming to the town.
And he have brought some gifts for us!
But there was a wee bit
O' misunderstanding,
Because he bought the "Gift" in Germany.
Lil' Jesus is coming to the jail.
The've heard him out and sent away.
This set him up indeed.
He wasn't having it.
So he fled and ran across the sea.
Lil' Jesus is coming to the farm.
He's hungry and haven't eaten lang
Syne he want some wheat
And wash it down with mead
Lil' Jesus is about to get pissed.
Lil' Jesus is still at the farm.
The world's spinning and it can't be stopped.
He wants some bacon now,
But he can't, that's not allowed.
So he goes in a dark room and lies down.
Lil' Jesus is settled in the farm.
He's a proud, cow-tipping Texan.
He won't buy gifts no more.
He ain't that kind of folk.
He's two shotguns and on his belt a Colt.
Lil' Jesus has grown up a bit.
He doesn't care of giving away gifts.
For he's a farmer now,
increasing his headcount,
and about to become a rap star.
Lil' Jesus is now his rapper name.
His famous for what he does on stage.
People payed to see him,
he was really liking it.
And that's why your parents buy the gifts.
They were sleeping when the lights came through their window. They were not blessed with great wits or the gift of logical thinking. What they were given was great eyes instead: they had a condition called abnormal tetrachromacy, which meant that they had limited infrared-vision. When I learned about it from them I, as I have been always fascinated by colors and color deception, had to ask...
This is chronologically the first short story I publised in English, even if it wasn't the first I began writing.
Days have turned into nights that then turned into dawns and days again countless times since I saw L'amore d'Agna. It was the truest form of love, the purest source of happiness, yet there are no evidence that it ever existed; all I know is based on observations and experience, not on the nowadays preferred written way...
Posted on 14th of June, 2020, just after Light in the dark
average 107 226 kilometers an hour
the Earth's moving, spinning, rotating, dour
and just moves forth and further away
from the core
from the base
from the center of the milky way...
Welcome there, child,
Don't be scared of me!
I'm naught, but a wild
Demon, a hero of fate!
Take my hand now,
And follow me please!
I'm gonna show you
What's worth to be seen!
I know, I know, I promised I'll write sooner, but stuff happened.