ballerina Posted December 21, 2006 Share Posted December 21, 2006 Happy Holidays and I hope you all meet your startling hunks : ) The night before Christmas from the Mercury News Dec. 24, 2004 'Twas the night before Christmas and Ted had a cold. He had it alone and he feared growing old sneezing forever into the abyss. Was it his fault Life turned out like this? "Yes" said a voice living inside his head. The voice was Lorraine's It still was not dead. Divorce would not kill it, Nor, it seemed, time. ‘Twas a year since he’d Committed the crime Of saying goodbye, Of choosing to leave On Lorraine’s favorite night. When else? Christmas Eve. “Your kidding,” she’d said As they’d sat by the tree, Trimmed and all bright As she’d planned it to be “I thought we were happy. We don’t even fight.” “There’s something missing,” he’d said – then took flight. “It’s a marriage manqué,” he’d complained to his shrink. “stop speaking French, Ted. Just say what you think.” “Its lacking, it’s failed,” Ted tried to explain. “I know what manqué means. Now what of Lorraine?” “She doesn’t excite me, She doesn’t have spark. She makes too much meat loaf, Likes sex in the dark.” “has she changed?” asked the shrink. “No, she’s just as she was I guess I’ve out grown her It happens. It does.” The shrink lit his pipe. “Ted it’s a phase Brought on by the strain Of these damned holidays. Your great expectation Of close family scenes All come from perusing Those slick magazines Resist the tyranny Of forced Christmas cheer Go back to Lorraine. Bring in the new year” “Thank you, but no,” Ted said, standing up “I’m still a young man. I must drink for the cup of exuberant life. I must dance until dawn. I need to seek truth I need to date blonds.” And date blonds he did. They were all under 30 They made him feel young, Vivacious and flirty. He fired his shrink, And he fired Lorraine. In the summer he even Dove out of a plane. His date landed well But Ted, being older, Managed to fracture His chute and his shoulder. “ow,” he remarked as the cast was put on. “skydiving’s fired. So is that blond.” “Your lucky you’re living,” The technician said. “but my life is manque” sighed the disgruntled Ted. He spent the autumn Expanding his mind By going to the opera And worshiping wine. On thanksgiving day He ate turkey pot pie And thought about calling Lorraine to say hi. The urge was short-lived. He conquered the mood By recalling the pain Sent Lorraine straight to food. “she’s probably fat now,” he thought to himself, pulling a second minced pie from the shelf December was rainy. Ted’s cold was voracious. It lasted for weeks, Wet, cruel, and tenacious. It conspired with Christmas To make him feel weak. “I might miss Lorraine,” he though. “what a geek I must be to let sentiment Seize me this way. I must gather strength What did my shrink say? Resist the tyranny Of forced Christmas cheer? Nuts. I’ll go see her Its been a whole year.” Sneezing and wheezing, He knocked on her door While loud gales of laughter Invaded each pore Of his being: who dared to sound so overjoyed? Who was with her? Why was he annoyed? “Merry Christmas, Lorraine,” He sputtered and coughed. “Gee you look great. Did you take some weight off?” Smiling, she seated Ted next to the fire And said, “say hello, Ted To Mr. McGuire” But when Ted raised his eyes To the startling hunk, He felt his tongue freeze, His heart went kerplunk And his mind started to whirl like a rotary fan. “Can I get you some Christmas Eve meat loaf, my man? Lorraine makes the best!” Roared the robust McGuire. “could you use a hot toddy? You look mighty tired! And forgive me, I don’t think I quite caught your name.” Ted racked his brain By the hearth’s golden flame. But Lorraine answered for him, Quite happy to say: “This is my ex, dear, Teddy… Manqué.” Ted sneezed with such violence He sprang to his feet. “not funny!” he shouted, his face like a beet. “I thought it was!” said Lorraine with a grin. But all Ted could think Was: Lorraine looked so thin! So pretty, so glowing, So clever, so bright! Her meat loaf smelled like Ambrosia tonight. Where had she gotten such warmth, with and spark? He wanted to love her – Tonight! In the dark! “A pleasure to meet you.” McGuire volunteered. “We’ll have to do Christmas Again – say next year?” And suddenly Ted was Back out on the street, Feeling manqué indeed, Like a hearth with out heat, Like a egg lacking nog, Or a pole missing elves Like a shelf that’s completely Lost track of its selves. What to do? Where to go? Worse yet, what to think? “Call me back” was the Message he left for his shrink. “Call me back and tell me Why I feel derailed!” Fearing the F word He wouldn’t say “failed” Coughing and snorting, He trudged home alone And ate four deli turkeys Right to the bone. When his shrink called him back He was on his third pie. Teddy manqué Laid his fork down and cried Link to comment
survivor3 Posted December 22, 2006 Share Posted December 22, 2006 LOVE this!! Thank you so much, I needed this today! Link to comment
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