A Toy For Two

I know this guy who I believe is behind my eyes.  He is gifted and never kind, but very fundamental.  His spirit is moved by my plight this holiday season.  Why can't he buy ME a toy or two to help me sleep at night and to be playful with the comedy that is within me?  Everything is too complicated.  It is not worth your freedom or your reputation as being a great call in all situations.  You need to continue to be the "go to" guy.  I love when I run into you.  I love your blue eyes and beautiful embouchure.  Your barely displayed smile is beautiful.  Ba humbug becomes ba butterfly.  I am at the crossroads that is Starbucks in Fridley and you can find me typing away most days.  This Starbucks was closed for a while yesterday because they had no hot water, so I wrote at The Target Starbucks location.  I saw three shifts come in in pairs to help underprivileged families have a beautiful and fruitful Christmas.  One of the officers came in to Starbucks and spoke to me telepathically with actual verification movements.  I consider that my gift from your crew.  I do consider it very special.  Maybe you were right behind me and I could not see.  I do have a very giving family and I am already receiving beautiful and thoughtful gifts.  I guess there is a part of me that does still beat for another heartbeat.  I just am grateful for a place to live, health insurance, and my financial assistance so that I can write and do physical therapy and swimming at the YMCA downtown.  Maybe some Christmas miracles are happening in front of me that I do not see.  My eagle eye feels blind today, but boy were the masters swimmers at the YMCA plentiful and fast (and enduring) today.  It was cool to see.