Cookies for Breakfast
I was leaning towards pancakes
But cookies will do
Both loaded with sugar
But one has less goo
The consensus, indifference
So the griddle's passé
Yes, it's cookies, so handy
Years ago some of my children (along with a married-in gent) bought me one of those faux fireplaces that look so much nicer that their predecessors. This morning I was warming in front of the phony, yet fabulous, flames as a news show rambled on about the time-filling topics of the day.
First, the reason for the chill: I had recently returned from our local abortion clinic (much to say, but probably already said in the archives) and the nearly December air was quite nippy and, since I was at the clinic for a while, my thermal defenses had worn thin.
Anyway, on the way home "pancakes" arose from my food-desire place and, since "I'm" the major breakfast maker I offered it to the younguns upon arrival. The consensus? "Nah." So, since holiday cookies were nearby (and I didn't want to go through the extra effort for merely myself), THEY became breakfast. I figured the sugar content had to be comparable.
As I was saying; the newsies were blathering about various topics and one that caught my thawing ear had to do with the effect of leftward academics upon the pliable minds of our youth. This is a real sore spot with me; these morally questionable mucky mucks messing with our heritage. But...BUT, since I am learning that "words" can give life, or kill; I choose, rather than curse the abusers, to pray that they (especially the older institutions) return to their roots of Godliness.
That's about it. However, below is a link to a song I wrote sometime in the last decade. It's a Christmas offering. A bit on the sad side, but I think God is in it. I'll let you decide.
BTW, after a while I made myself (just myself!) a ham n cheese omelet. So there, kids!