tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60202203696660970702024-02-06T19:52:05.319-08:00Porterlance Books - Monika SuskaJames - Porterlance Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00506729015266836171noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020220369666097070.post-20088339461380933172009-12-07T16:31:00.001-08:002009-12-07T16:32:30.535-08:00Monika Suska's Portfolio<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsULQJMQKFb-dbEi-0ljgOme5CnFzyBGBhz0dH1_6NVhcXbUt8Q5Jv6k_vhA0KFVLzCu-No1XZXfy-dXORTbZSP1IFoI2sbGCXpwQi7ut4tZVMeVDQNOdgEelhsV4NXXTL8K-rF7YQB44/s1600-h/monika4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsULQJMQKFb-dbEi-0ljgOme5CnFzyBGBhz0dH1_6NVhcXbUt8Q5Jv6k_vhA0KFVLzCu-No1XZXfy-dXORTbZSP1IFoI2sbGCXpwQi7ut4tZVMeVDQNOdgEelhsV4NXXTL8K-rF7YQB44/s320/monika4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412656705726237282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShSUVEtBvycPOzU2L-VXhtHml_DJIW2KF2rBOSB_b3_iby0G6-EjLuk35IR_tAZnVMOuw5Ly6GlPdwEyyv4UCKYd9ioJmGAMyOzPfGlxdOZaZRjIoqhITiO5xXfMeQoxZQKYxlY2UNJI/s1600-h/monika3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShSUVEtBvycPOzU2L-VXhtHml_DJIW2KF2rBOSB_b3_iby0G6-EjLuk35IR_tAZnVMOuw5Ly6GlPdwEyyv4UCKYd9ioJmGAMyOzPfGlxdOZaZRjIoqhITiO5xXfMeQoxZQKYxlY2UNJI/s320/monika3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412656626715799442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS39CNlTK4U7bYZuyPtOgAH6hcJl0rvz-Nwjdg7O3FnR1-mEgPnte81FyOG6ZeT_XyFiTiZYoTLDmKbsiKXhZw-1x-T7AXz9VbDErHHoHBPjSFZx2mwda323t8-YhEf2lxGlRBFcwukQM/s1600-h/monika2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS39CNlTK4U7bYZuyPtOgAH6hcJl0rvz-Nwjdg7O3FnR1-mEgPnte81FyOG6ZeT_XyFiTiZYoTLDmKbsiKXhZw-1x-T7AXz9VbDErHHoHBPjSFZx2mwda323t8-YhEf2lxGlRBFcwukQM/s320/monika2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412656546184505314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAUZJRDp-IkeHfiF03QeMZCO9hkxwmF7YRCfhvyUtdksd4CSCc0NI97dUeewtjpLaqmG0f7W9DvUtQmO6n9CzsB6waKZrCOGHTEoZJ16_R65Nk5DXdp23LXqCcBfBytyiTGHKjbCx9ro/s1600-h/monika1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAUZJRDp-IkeHfiF03QeMZCO9hkxwmF7YRCfhvyUtdksd4CSCc0NI97dUeewtjpLaqmG0f7W9DvUtQmO6n9CzsB6waKZrCOGHTEoZJ16_R65Nk5DXdp23LXqCcBfBytyiTGHKjbCx9ro/s320/monika1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412656466559706066" border="0" /></a>James - Porterlance Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00506729015266836171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020220369666097070.post-30203105362968845532009-12-07T08:15:00.001-08:002009-12-07T08:16:51.316-08:00Monika Suska's take on the "A Stranger At Christmas" story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJx1ohBtQlO_cNvLvobf_wgOvM9O5CYgUPSYwP64-smnLCiISFT8rg1ySKME8FLEZXqz1dYW3CYpnhZXI_vIzZ9PmfplH9Yj6c03oOAwYworacrd-wLvPG6CDjV9EGF5nt7QPybwtKkQ/s1600-h/stranger(2).jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJx1ohBtQlO_cNvLvobf_wgOvM9O5CYgUPSYwP64-smnLCiISFT8rg1ySKME8FLEZXqz1dYW3CYpnhZXI_vIzZ9PmfplH9Yj6c03oOAwYworacrd-wLvPG6CDjV9EGF5nt7QPybwtKkQ/s320/stranger(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412528845489698418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: 180%;">A Stranger At Christmas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">We bring you now, to a town that you know.<br /><br />Porterlance is it's name, and it's filling with snow.<br /><br />Families are out, taking trees home to trim...<br /><br />With beads, balls, and popcorn on each precious limb.<br /><br />Children are making big forts and snowmen...<br /><br />Counting the days down...now less than ten.<br /><br />Everyone's happy...streets are glowing with lights...<br /><br />Kids in thier forts, having fun snowball fights.<br /><br />While at home, at night...their lists, they'll make...<br /><br />Dreaming of toy stores, and GREAT Christmas cake.<br /><br />That very night a stranger came near.<br /><br />"I'm hoping to ruin this town's Christmas cheer."<br /><br />He has every detail planned out just right.<br /><br />"This Christmas Eve. Yes, this is the night!"<br /><br />He's making his way through the streets quite unseen...<br /><br />Cutting the lights: Blue, Red, Yellow, and Green.<br /><br />His plan is quite simple: "I'll darken the town."<br /><br />To the reindeer and Santa, Porterlance just wouldn't be found.<br /><br />A sound startles Ben, who hops off his bed.<br /><br />Sarah's left sleeping, dreams of toys in her head.<br /><br />Ben looks out the window...his eyes open wide.<br /><br />Instead of Santa, he saw, a stranger running to hide!<br /><br />Ben knew right away, what the man had in mind.<br /><br />"He's left not even a glimmer of light for Santa's reindeer to find!"<br /><br />Sarah then woke to her brother's soft cries.<br /><br />Finding a plan to fix Christmas was wise.<br /><br />They nibbled the cookies left for Santa to taste.<br /><br />"We have to think quick, not a moment to waste!"<br /><br />They hunt through the house, from room to room...<br /><br />Checking cabinets for something to brighten their gloom.<br /><br />Just then Ben found what would help save the night.<br /><br />"Look! Boxes of candles and lanterns to light!"<br /><br />That very minute Santa almost flew by...<br /><br />Then noticed one house that had lit up the sky.<br /><br />As Santa's sleigh landed they ran out of sight.<br /><br />But Santa was puzzled and gave them a fright.<br /><br />Santa said, "Why's it so dark, tonight in your town?"<br /><br />"A man's cut the lights!" Sarah answered, wearing a huge frown.<br /><br />Santa left them with toys to enjoy...<br /><br />In search of the man, he knew as a boy.<br /><br />When Santa encountered the stranger, who gave him a frown...<br /><br />He asked, "Why do you wish so much gloom on this town?"<br /><br />The stranger decided that he'd better say...<br /><br />Of his wishes for toys, with which he could play.<br /><br />It was Christmas, long ago passed...<br /><br />Each year, he was visited last.<br /><br />The other kids in town woke up with glee...<br /><br />Playing with toys from under their tree.<br /><br />But when the stranger awoke, all that he had...<br /><br />Underwear and socks! "Did Santa think I was bad?"<br /><br />Santa confused, waved them under his nose...<br /><br />Showing him letters, that had asked him for those.<br /><br />The stranger knew right away, what had been done.<br /><br />"My parents decided to swap clothes with my fun!"<br /><br />The stranger said, "Sorry." Then, looked towards the ground.<br /><br />Santa then said, "Help me finish my rounds?!"<br /><br />To this the stranger smiled and said with much might...<br /><br />"A Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!"</span></span> <div class="post-footer"> <div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-icons"> </span> </div> </div> <!-- google_ad_section_end --> <div class="blog-pager" id="blog-pager"> </div>James - Porterlance Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00506729015266836171noreply@blogger.com