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***Be a 'Fairy-See,' not a 'Pharisee'

“Fairie” [poem]

by poet Eck, C. T.

Fair lady to fairest of women shown

Far-off fetched a fairy to fee phenominal

Not otherwise to fool a would-be fan fantastic

Have leave for a fortnight she could show now you know

Always something   there   to remind me

With her own maw under pillow it was not a baby tooth a thread pulled over and again

She was never a baby and since she was the only fairie clan none else paid coins

Though she would simply bury her whole head away from noise pollution or jeze-bells

She got an “F” only for “fair-ie” but also an “A” for “awareness” planting seeds & bulbs

Free me to find her sitting legs crossed

At a leaf stem for flower fuller bud shut inward

Fancier near clear see-through wing edges the wind seams moving veins like leaves

She will open to me before the petals move

Spells her name Fjari Queene Faerie to mess successfully

That her real name is Arienne she only tells in her presence as presents a given giving

Her worst critique became her best friend rolling Roxelle a pin head angel clan

Her nostrils quick to flare as she holds her stare

Her nose tip flutters like hummingbird wings beat

If butterflies could mutter that has how her singings feat

Takes in air a crunch held inside crush on who to meet

Speaks sprightly sauciest less sass not very smug nor a sap but pert

Is it not her fine skill that lets her fly?

Or her own tender found reaches why?

Got her channel no numbers spying spa space styles

And her riles help her float in stretching a try tie

Notice her chameleon color change by

You would only hear her here before she goes bye

Hemisphere eyes of the deep dragonflies be causal to calm, like her

Those fairy tinker toys forming in little heart’s recesses bring being scene

Once she had a golf tee for a table in the presence of her enemies

Sporting monsters and villains whether ninjas weathered or fiends

She does not saunter but gaits straight against fate

Those ribboned accessories almost as glittering as her bushy hair

When she arouses to alight it stills no accident it is not to allure

Teach fairy her influence is as craved jeweled light

She maybe less brilliant but certain all around bright

Sweet tirade only mentions scarcity of melancholy

Future spans past as present ‘till gifty bests hide her talented story

Twirl in front to bend behind whisking next

She does not live in a tree knot nor neither a bird nest

Though she will sleep beauty rest in forest wood’s keep

The moss and the moist dew serve her requirements

The warrior’s bandanna-map tale folds over her vale betterments

The one blood of all nations means the mankind race is singular fashion among style

Finish a tribe ascribed those abide rewind these fasting forward paws pause frame slow-

mo when no money may grow

She nips the mist with a fist equipped

Nicer recorder for poor-fair-good-excellent grading intersperses her accordion according 

Tilting a whirl she never nerves a skip to have her going slip

On task without rehash telling time tanks only if she may weep

Some what went awry the day she snagged her right hand wing

So she left the veins and coloresque pale pattern disentangle right back from the branch 

bunch

Transparent at will without patent patient for sure a surreal fire spire

Link blinks in reel to dance then greater than makes her stance any much real in hunch

Did you feel her sharp smile chase your face?

Would you talk back to her firm form tiny stack?

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Only not lonely bit-by phony that you might slight where take be fake

What wears wiles houghing less where biz is beyond besides a courting of praise?

“Wwho” by a bird, angels with a word, folklore circa the absurd 

She only smarts to shade intellect the pains heavens gain planned

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CHAPTER 01

     “It’s going to take a measure of humility kiddo,” slanted the rested voice. “I didn’t stress humiliation because for the strong reason that humility is rewarded - that is to say, therefore exalted in due timing -; however, humiliation can and shall be avoided.” Krisc listened attentively but did not know how that was to be at the time of the conversation – how was the attention up and at the words of the conversation? “I know you’re listening, and this news is the reason why I can tell you. Now…,” but a door slammed and disfashioned that speaker’s charitable felt love towards the little man. Krisc was holding still to be fit and realized that even care takers sometimes throw fits, so he spoke less, or seldom, and often right there in that position managed to overcome derision, apprehension, and confusion all at once.

     Krisc was aware and had some such keen apt towards responsibility that he lent to himself it was his duty to be a leader type. Though of who or for what he did not yet know of. Krisc spent it, unwittingly staid by sincerity, on being friendlier with teachers of all “classes” than they could fancy why.

“You knew when you were young,” gladdened Krisc Koinsengle to the suit-dressed voice, by the way equally dressed to the hilt in as much of a standing spiritual fashion “on the right” (or, that is, as much as peace provided inside) as of the outside or “left” bold apparel that was worn both tastefully and…, and it matched well. “That there is time for what takes time,” paralleled Krisc to even more than one or two things or pairs, indeed a plurality of what both is worked on and what is sought after, again by many angles. The someone was not one Krisc could name that day or would come to remember later in his young life when he began to think back to overviewing where he had been, and who with.

     “And so, humiliation is like a pulling of a baby tooth, with how your smile looks emptier upon the missing tooth, but…humility is the foreknowledge that a permanent tooth is on-way and all of the gap in one’s mouth is beyond pain now and of the feeling up to the task you do not work on by yourself.”

     “Yes, your mouth fills in the new teeth, one at a time usually,” sought Krisc, “yet, all the while everything’s going to be growing at all the same instants behind the scenes and despite the more noticeable missing one tooth.” Both of each of these quandary speeches in the room came from speakers who knew and had severally grew through severity at designated intervals at young encounters with growing pains or normalities that seemed less pleasantries and more some distinguished devilries. “You knew when you were young,” founded Kris over, “that you must listen, to learn but also to lean on the precision of precisely what was trying to be meant…”

     “Are these your colors? I do believe to think that bold red with the white trim does you…not just very special and well, but both marvelously and in a spectacularly splendid way! Oh and you mustn’t (should not) provide explanation for with either my youth or yours, for now here that you are young, and younger than my own children who are altogether almost done with the schooling of their youth,” hinted the voice at length, continuing that “learning comes after schooling and upon how what one does with their schooling had it go in a made-up direction of the mind or else a certain resilience about repose.” All this was said is as much a smile of nonverbal posture of communication as was this worker’s position of vocation he occupied the grand occasion of on this fine day.

     “Am I old enough to be humble?” offered Krisc.

     “That’s what about,” and the voice paused. “When you are young you want to grow up, and but if you make it to be full grown, as one gets older, you or they might get appreciative how it was before and yearn for youth, again, for the same chances maybe at different times, to better themselves.”

     “Then humiliation is ground away if you ascertain humility – apart from wishing for well-wishes,” spoke Krisc well.

     “Are you making sure I am listening to myself, Krisc?” pondered the thinking wheels of the sparing voice, soft-spoken under his breath, “that’s quicker to listen than to try an’ speak conceited, or as that is, get selfwise in wrath,“ said now with a chuckle in a way from between his teeth.

     “I know you’re concerned too for time – the time today to ready,” put Krisc, “it is if you listen there you can sense the forever – an eternity ahead that has been heard of at all,” and Krisc shivered and spinned around as he stood regarding, making it seem like he spun without being perceived as doing so.

     “Does that ever mean I get the last word?” recorded the constrained voice steadily, “I’ll give it to you, the best is yet to come only because somewhere someone knew, really, how the days were to happen…indeed one on at a time, until eternally (supposedly never gotten to no matter how far you go into eternity and the eternal is still in front) every good thing that we happed upon were not advantages only until the world of value looked beyond to the roles of virtue,” and at that the new suit was fit, fared an exquisite, pristine example of sorts, and as he went on to finish also his speedy speech, the voice placed, “heaven is not virtual, for even the world is verifyably, well you are enlightened I can hope…” There at that they kept silent for a moment, as in hearing no noise but only the ring of slience, an eternity of its own. They shared their own well known smiles to celebrate good conversation and a very successful tailoring session, as they escaped to the open hall to bring Krisc over to his guardians, showing his own new suit framed within his own sparkling eyes’ esteem, focused on the estimation he might give.

CHAPTER 02

     Among these things, to learn humility, to be appreciative for the days of youth and like youth (even childhood beforehand), and then to notice the eternal is by seeing heaven over earth (but like earth, heaven is real), young Krisc Koinsengle helped shape the landscape of his own life only by seeking the brilliant horizons of others’ provision. For all this and toward all this, Krisc spoke kindly, and decided to take up a kind sort of work on this wise: he had learned to read and was ahead at the start. It was how he learned or maybe it was how he cooperated. It was the time of the Reformation and God’s Books were being discussed from not only what they were as holy scripture but how they supported the mercy and justice of the peasants.

     Krisc, having found the book called, or by, The Preacher, learned a thing or two, actually more than a few things, but especially that the north and the south, how trees fell this or that way, were references respective of being saved or not, saved unto heaven or lost and worse in “the pit.” Evenly so, and as a tree lies where it falls either to the north or to the south, there it will be, he decided to be less religious nor neither spiritist, likened sloppy to him if every thing was not alike to the things he noticed, he also decided to be a wood cutter and live within the shanty boys towns, traveling as he went. In America there were cow boys but before that there were “Indians” around about the buffalo herds, but The Preacher said there was nothing new under the sun, and thus so-and-so in the 16th Century (1500s for those who put things generally and numbers specifically together), and well before, there were tent or bunkhouse dwellers who felled trees as woodcutters. Today we now used to call them lumberjacks, a traditional business of those who took pride in their physical strength, and as a masculine craft, and as the skill with axes and cross-cut saws, all in the wood, though it was dangerous, rather difficult, nevertheless low paying, and particularly intermittent as a seasonal occupation. Krisc Koinsengle took the opportunity to be kind to the lesser trees and, knowing even these do not all fall north, thought as he worked of the “trees of men” falling, and at that like The Preacher said of both the wise and fools facing falling (the dying, in plainer terms, then towards where they will be thereupon, afterwards). Though Krisc avoided the confrontations that sprang up all too often at these jobs, he also did not mind the primitive living conditions, though he very much chose a resistance, specially as a believer, to modernization.

     Then it was that he began to wrestle with these things of resistance and of such to modernization. In saying of wrestling, Krisc since then began to look like a modern wrestler, thought not too very big, and but he had with him large arms and long legs, and his signature soon became to also wear big shoes or black boots, in all around all the seasons. By the time he turned 16, he tried to shave and exhorted his Scandinavian countrymen (at least that’s where the loggers were) that it was explained to him by teachers in his life up until then that the first shave and the first few shaves were important to how to open your face to how your future face hair would form. Notably if one only shaved where the hairs started out, and not a full, total shave, it would affect how some would grow in throughout life, or so it was thought and taught. By the time he had his first beard in, he was glad to grow it in and did not shave often again. As it shown in the sun like bronze, there was raven black underneath, and even a few boldened blonde hairs nearer his smiling mouth. Through and through, Krisc looked tough and it even prevented him entering a fighting mode more than many times, being with the rough and tumble folk, as they spoke. He would just smile and look ahead to beyond that day, eternally as it were.

CHAPTER 03

     Some said of Mr. Koinsengle that, very much and very well, he exhibited a strong kind of kindness as a man. As he went through life he was not just motioning through these the motions. His strength was his kindness, which he felt went beyond patience, or passing longsuffering. That longsuffering was a thing he attributed to being God’s utmost attribute, that curiously combined his famous love and his power when those about him cry holy, Holy, HOLY. Once longsuffering is noticed, kindness blossoms, but by the long time before it tests to fall like a flower, the rest of what lovingkindnesses go through is expressed and satisfied. This and the love that it is never fails, or so Krisc grew to learn all of on his own and confirmed every place he found exactly reason just like this in the “new” scriptures, whether from the latest printing of the times he was living in and through, or was it also from the -new- Testament. Sure to be both or the same, as it was the better to best from the same.

     To his thorough take of things, Krisc someway kept thinking that he would not make it through his life. Would he see enough days to gain middle age and far away elderly life, much less high, half way through or so to thirty-something? He thought on this very often, fairly much daily, and in thinking in these terms gathered that it was not a feeling. So he tried bitterly to not dwell on this that was doom gloom that mostly preoccupied him. Also he came to himself one cold night between feeding the fuel to the wood burning stove, that he was not embittered unless it was already cold out. There was some sort of connection that what was bitter cold around about him in the elements and what he was likely likewise having happen to him on the inside, all throughout.

     Things that would happen to him only in the freezing weather had him second guessing himself, and then he knew it was something somewhat to be overcome from the inside out. Generally, to gently overcome was his goal against this gall, which was to him stalling his posture. The best thing he could refer to rest his mind in peace was to simply smile as he walked in humility to garner warmth. That was his set of keys, his starting smiling. Then he would have a peppermint and it would haunt him over again, for he had once or twice or moreso thought that his life would only endure like a piece of peppermint candy, lasting a little and then gone.

     It went on a while like this, until one blessed day he received a goodlier thought over above these natural and supernatural combinations that unlocked his thoughts free from restraint on these bitter, waxed cold matters, “the peppermint taste stays on one’s breath long after the candy dissolves!” yipped the whisp of Krisc’s inner conflict, a hopeful thought against false thought. Eureka! Mr. Koinsengle startled beside himself as he started to laugh, but it came out as “Ho, ho” instead of “Haa, ha” or “Hee, He” as he kept himself back a bit. He was about to say “Ho-ly” but cut it short twice in a polite, caring way to not contradict by meaning anything less than deserving of what its worth meant, truly holy. Holy! Krisc allotted it was not of his days to be a blasphemer, and to starkly differentiate such poor use of taste. Going on from peppermints, which he refigured made his cheeks supposedly rosier than ever when he had one after meals, every single nighttime.

     As he would drift off to sleep, his rest time was at a reasonable good hour as the night shroud of the dark sky shifted to switch the day out, and off - excepting the starry spacescape. Was the best sleep before midnight, really? There with moon slivers between moon phases, it never seemed to cycle him or scare his cause to care. Krisc would remember his fellow laborers nicknames as he went to sleep…perhaps I need a new name…too. What to call, what to call? “Shall I pick a nickname myself or should I let someone else?” Krisc configured as he contemplated. Since he was a saint, accordingly, affordingly, as he believed and knew he were to go to the “place” prepared for him of his God, he would call himself Saint, but what, saint what? Gladly and sprightly he shortened the term “nickname,” seeing it was the shortened form of a given name. What Krisc sought was of this sort, a nickname of Saint Nick. Only he went on to choose Saint Nicolas, just in case some clever clever one may realize his riddle. Only it was not to be overly riddling, to be sure, but are not all riddles just like that? Besides, it had a nice sounding to it, all the while before he would tell just anyone, or quite let anyone know.

     He kept it as secret, as he could. As at any such time he almost let it slip out, he would press his front finger on the side of his nostril, just to keep his wits about him. This would remind him, at the same time he would not stir up himself to say he was now Saint Nicolas, or was that Saint Nico-lad. He was happy to be a gentleman and not a delicate lady, all the while meaning to be a lady’s man, should he take a wife once he should marry. For now the woodcutters were all men. There were events to event, and Krisc held these few to many aspects in his heart, daily, nightly. There were some things he knew and some things he only saw, among his peers, and in himself at first.

     What he learned by talking as the trees were felling, was that he had far more memories of his very young childhood than his logging team could tell of their own lives overall. Though Krisc quietly hoped and wished in himself to find another or any part of several that grew to gain this preponderance looking, not inward but backward, not without insight, but not all in hindsight nonetheless. Thus was a matter of reflection, that was helped the most by reading, but came to him at set intervals either before sleep came or early in the morning. Krisc always wanted to find what was that he found could be shared in similar experiences from others. What Krisc stumbled over was that for various reasons and in leads of circumstances, most of the many around him were sometime impervious or did not wish for more than dreams for tomorrow above what they were present-ed. Krisc “Saint Nicolas” Koinsengle was more visionary, and would prefer to find things out, why things ticked, the reasonableness of purity. As much as he could, he would see himself in his youth, and behind him now, from his very young years to his “here” (whereas he made it!), as paying attention. He knew that he watched for himself and that he shall know very good things about his path or role.

      For now, he would not stay up at night to much worry, or to relearn any less off of lively life. Though it occurred to him that if, perhaps, once a year, he would stay up, it might event a way why he stayed clear of missing out of plans his vision entailed for his world.

CHAPTER 04

     Indeed it was more about the world about Krisc, both rich and poor at the same time, than it was about his heart. He realized quickly that his heart could be deceived, away from his provision source, what they were to call Providence in America sooner now on the history table timeline. He knew even riches could corrupt, but also knew that poverty was more dangerous than timber cutting.

     Where the snow falls to land, the snow is, the snow accumulates. Have you ever noticed that rain can come at unexpected times, sometimes much needed after drought? The drizzle dazzles or the plenteous pours. Rain may be a burden or a Godsend, but snow is albeit appreciated all the way. Perhaps this is because of how many types of snow there are. It is said that Eskimos have many many words for snow, differentiating depending on how it falls or how it sets, all up to their hearing of it as they see it. We can suppose with each other that we could do the same. If Adam of old named the animals, perhaps the rest of us throughout history’s errands can name a few things ourselves. Try iced snow, the kind that falls sharply. Try slush that melts and yet does not melt in the soup of the slush. Try bright light snow that sparkles both as it falls and also as it stays on the bare tree branches. So many kinds, so several times to watch it float abruptly over, through, and upon the landscape, us, and the surrounding horizon is a truly good memory.

     What was on for Krisc Koinsengle was multiplexed, now well beyond what he could do to pull himself up by his own bootstraps or do as he would strikingly flex his muscles or do to just walk over the next hillside. This, it was simply beyond all this and more. That Scandinavia was very cold was an understatement. Well known to the region was that while Iceland was rather grown over and cultivated a lot, Greenland was really all ice. This was a double reverse, a backhanded move on the playing field. What Krisc had to do was find new work, for the lumberjacking, as we call it today, was sporadic and a meager living versus a modest living or a high calling, at that, at the least. Krisc could either go on with this and wear out late in life, or somehow do something somewhat ingenious and retire early. Those of these, were not exactly his heart, though. Besides, the world he so wanted to leave a little better than he found it was always before him.

     It was, this was, not a matter of changing the world, for he knew straight quite well that heaven was over all, and many things that happened either or both good and bad were a design to bring success. In the middle was the test, the details, the mountain peaks were only above and the terrain would only be known enough as one traveled it down under.

     It was now time for “Saint Nicolas” to try something new. This was to be, an expedition. There were to be more of these, only Krisc had one thing on his mind, and it was this one first expedition. One at a time. Whether how many ever he would vacation on within his lifetime, he was far off and away yet to decide. This, the present expedition was right ahead of him and it was time he left, before the woodcutting season returned. He knew where he was going, as usual, at best innately, at worst covertly, inconspicuously, nonchalantly, or was each either side of the scene an abiding strength? He would coast down the coast, and because life can oft “go south” he agreed with his opponents “within” and determined to overcome not only worry but doubt, going south for the poemlike quality but what is more for the heat, as it were warmth. Fears would be released, like spare cargo from a stormed ship, though Krisc knows the lovingkindnesses he possessed and confessed were like the mast post of the same ship. Furthermore, Krisc was going beyond this or these and would travel slow and steady, across the terrain, and instead of by sea. The seas would seize him was his rationale, and for reason’s sake, he had persuaded a small lot of crowd to accompany. His goal: he would take a wife on the way or on the way back, by the way. Krisc found that was his to find, and that the taking would prove in the making of, the trip.

CHAPTER 05

     There was the accompaniment. Would they come to follow like ducks or swans in a row, or would they each be about business as they came and went and reconvene to rendezvous each nightfall? It was one of those things where the ends would justify the means, albeit the interviews left much to be desired, whereas none of these groupers knew quite what measure of hardness this trip would event and not least to mention how very long it were to errand. There were around about a dozen questions spliced sorted ways, or far away less, what time thereabout the mister was not a match. Krisc Koinsengle was looking for masters, in our day what we would call experts.

     So far Krisc had gathered that he would, or should, procure much much less to make up the traveling band. Upon hiring five new hands, he discontinued and changed his mind to grant them all leave, howsoever, one rambunctious though polite and high mannered shorter fellow turned on his heels and proceeded to present himself in giving thanks, not only for the opportunity but to find occasion to persuade “Nicolas, a Saint” of the other half of what he was to be worth. Aspects and angles that were never assorted or ascribed by Krisc were abruptly brought forth and filled in. At that, then, and just to top it all off, the eager and big hearted though tough character charted new ground and concluded to conceive that his having strengths he possessed from his youth, was able to also enlist his twin brother, who was equally as freeing with his respective accomplished acumen of repertoire. These twins were the cream of the crop, and disregarding that they were shorter than most, nevertheless, they rationally seemed to be willing to put forth work twice as bold.

     Now if you knew Krisc “Saint Nicolas” Koinsengle like he himself knew he would gently assert his choice chance at finding and taking an exemplary ladyluck, you might sideways garner that he could pick for his team with the best of them. It was no joke that Krisc had no planned intention to involve an inclusion of maybe a dozen or more or less even at a half a dozen working men. This were his secret, that whoso would speak back, in a good way, ever so rough or harsh, that Krisc on his own was looking for such a way to entreat them to identify the principled position of the constellation of his companions for this round trip packing endeavor. Thus was his encounter of expectation for the prospect of the people he should care to use.

     “My twin does not often speak, but I speak for us, and even now, he is out about business the whiles I negotiate with you Saint Nicolas” spurted Edwin Than, as he had introduced himself a span earlier. Not that Krisc dared ask if this pair were dwarves, but Meister Than explained that they were able bodied and quick witted even though his own growth was stunted as a youth. His brother was also stunted some, but they were about the same size and ate about the same portions, and then he went on to say that they considered themselves more elvish than any other designation, for whatever Nicolas, a Saint, took it for. The conversation was progressing and a level of early trust was being built. Krisc knew in himself that Edwin and Alvin were not only what he would require but more than he could wish. Krisc cared not for paying for so many, for his coins were fewer too.

     Farther down the pronounced and heard open correspondence, Edwin explained that they would not see much of Alvin, but that he would be in and out even when the group would be about a task or at rest nightly. Edwin claimed that there was important business to conduct and even an assignment of this caliber never took precedence. Krisc was not disappointed and tried not to show that he would smirk and simply kept up a smile. For all he knew, this was a strength, and as one to not show weakness even if such arose, he usually escaped worry and purposed to keep listening until later on when questions might answer themselves. Saint Nicolas was not about to have a lapse, and it certainly reaffirmed over and again that this was to be an effective, warming, capable pair in these whose names even rhymed. With the hire, Krisc ceased for the day, and as he anticipated the departure date, he saw more of Edwin and still had not seen Alvin, once. It reminded him of the Messiah Star wise magi men followed as course to the Christ child. Edwin was shining, and starlike to be sure, but Alvin was always to be coming on at some continuously reapproximated time interval like an infant that demanded overall family oversight. According to Krisc’s habit, he did not consider Edwin a liar even at these stressing, trying preparatory hours of days remaining.

CHAPTER 06

     Krisc would still seek at least one more for the entourage, for a total of four now, like a band of musicians in total, and decided to see how handy Alvin was before another dearly set of survey sessions were to come for a travel hand. Besides, there were supposedly only three wise men on that famous journey for a new King born for becoming Savior, and on his own keeping up on ahead in this expenditure, he was to bring home one more set of feet than what he was to leave with, being his new life wife. Surely someone from the logging shanty town would hear more and “invite himself” for a change of pace and a grace.

     From the dire due of becoming and being into lumberjack work, Krisc knew about traveling for a living to a new place. Not only so, but Krisc knew how to get around in travels formidably enough. He had made the plans and studied the durations it would require, and now what was left was not the itinerary but the inventory, for what to take along in bringing what this task of a trip would have for a use. After reassuring himself that someone from the lumberjack loggers would notice more, to find one more a place among this resort to a plan of family specifics for Krisc, he equally determined to be on the lookout as he passed through the ongoing days. Even the nights would present opportunity, for sure, and in the mix of all of this. Another question remained, of why was or would this be necessary; or were there not many to plenty of kind women nearby for his own ladylove?

     The answer was in the fact the woodcutters had a culture that favored masculinity and took a pride of sorts in this traditional business, one of physical strength and of axes and as you can hear here a little on it. Like any job, one learns by doing most often, in the actual of the real. This lumberjack loggers field also favored individualism. As such, Krisc was taking this step in the off-season of what was certain as seasonal to take a step that would move all the seasons of his life. Would he also switch vocations, knowing that many people hold different jobs at various times in their lives long?

     Like a tree for Christmas Holiday that was snowed over white, all the branches or steps of Krisc’s life up until now led him to this next departing. He had assumed at first that he would return, and was reconsidering how he very much might put down to set up elsewhere, but not anywhere, for he was caring enough to be thoughtful and considerate in his own wake of will. In snowy season of winter delights, Krisc wished, deliberately, wrappings of tinsel with the ornaments, or in other words, he thought the world of the likes he had for marrying, alike to that God so loved the world, a most famous attribute of God. A reason Krisc “Saint Nicloas” Koinsengle continued to devote his life to godly pursuits, that is the things that make for a godly lifestyle habit, was that he remembered reading “let each man have his own wife” among “let each woman have her own husband” whereby he read what a man of God led him to, the pair of books in which this passage was within.

     It was from of the man of God Krisc asked to be the officiator who should marry him together with the wife he was to take. It was a load off his mind to find some realistic leader who should take a liking to this Reformation and marry a budding family type man, and Friar O’Rorke was too good at what he was about. More than organized, farther than responsible, this revered O’Rorke claimed that he need not be revered as a reverend because that would mean much the opposite. He knew others should maybe say so of him, instead of himself formulating his own cause, for the Christians were first called so by their neighbor countrymen in effect. He cared more for what needed doing, and had a voice that matched his name which resounded as a spiced up roar even when he talked under his breath, and next to all of this, he had a wife of his own that was sympathetic to his views religiously: she believed him as he said. Once a week they would each pick a random chapter, though systematically over time to be fairly enough thorough, in the printed scripture verses and see just whether what the talk of the town and with what else of the news would match up to what O’Rorke was to speak and preach. Meanwhile Krisc set O’Rorke up to be not too busy not to marry him. Needless to saying much on it, O’Rorke thought Krisc already had someone in mind. Upon hearing that Mr. Koinsingle was in searching for a Mrs., he sent a young man with him who was not old enough to train under a knight, but along well enough to be an altar boy. He was a knave of sorts but not an youth as unskilled as one would think, for he reported of himself that he learned quickly any thing he was to take up.

     Now Krisc had plenty of helpers with him. Krisc Koinsengle himself was rather young and were it he could tell approximately how old Edwin and Alvin were (should he yet meet Alvin, who was always never around), not excepting the newest young lad, who was also surnamed O’Rorke, by the first name Oelke. Krisc, who was not one to joke, nevertheless, thought a round of “Uh, oh” O-elke O-‘Rorke. It was not a curse he was reassured, for more than sometimes doubling up or either doubling down was a proving sign the somewhat was of God upstairs. It would be two weeks or more before the journey ensued, so each made their respective plans.

CHAPTER 07

     These, things and guys, were, really were, working out for good. Saint Nicolas, who we know as Krisc K. was preparing down to the start blocks, and was forgetting to eat, both because he was busy and busier and also because due to having so very little leisure to sit and eat something, he missed a meal or five here and there. Someone asked him, and he said he was in transition, or “a time of transition” in any case, and they left it at that, for whatever reason, or whatnot.

     Near the evening Krisc would stare ahead at the horizon and look for a time when both the sun and moon were out together. The stars were great, he thought, but there’s way too many to count, so why bother. He was not into astronomy, knew it could be used for good, and knew those who meddled with it were mistaken. Let’s see, he would think, one sun, one moon, not too overbearing. We know when noon is and we can tell when the new moon is. He stayed ignorant, or so people thought, until he said to the small crew that he consulted with someone who studied these things for an occupation. “There’s more than the North Star,” Krisc said affirmingly, “but you do not have to know all the constellations!” As he thought, he drifted into a trance of sorts as he sat on an upright log seat.

     Saint Nicolas could see a vision from his own past instead of a view of the future. There were waves around the edges ever so brushingly and he saw a young girl he was friends with as a youth. Though he could not hear what she spoke, he could barely remember what scene it was from. It was outside, for the envisioned landscape, and he noticed it was an overcast gray day out. It was just her talking, and she was in front of some white smoke, where something was cooking in the background behind her. Where was this? He recognized the lass and could almost smell what was roasting. Then he recollected it was at a fishing trip, but not in winter. That was it. You may be thinking, that was it! What was what. Saint Nicolas pulled himself through and breathed a heavy rather relieving cold breath that he could see with him, in front of him, or around him. As he thought on his cold breath, he wondered much how the icy breath resembled the vision or vice versa, at that remarkably. He raised an eyebrow, and pushed his hands on his lap, and his eyes opened, widened.

     “Here’s a cookie,” said someone as they walked up, “Here have a cookie, Krisc.”

     “It takes all sorts,” cheered Krisc, “and the alls of everyone give me pastries, delicacies, and dainties.”

     “Today it is cookies,” spilled the character.

     “Will this be such a tradition?” reflected Krisc, “and are you the ‘cook’ of this ‘cook-ie’?”

     “It is from, her,” the gentleman said, as he motioned across the yard to an aproned lady, younger or so he thought as she was half turned around and her hair was hiding her face as she faced him on the move, sort of in a spin, or was that she had just moved a wee bit.

     Right about as Krisc put the cookie in his pocket, he spoke “there’s more where that came from; one cannot eat every cookie that was ever a cookie that cooks cook of cookie batches. Tonight it may be cookies and, I suppose, a good pie.”

     “If that is how you feel,” optioned the woman, “here is a high hi where there is a good-bye,” and she stayed turned.

     “Afore you might return,” stayed Saint Nicolas, “be that made an alike like of a high, and a good buy, with what I can pay, already today,” as he has trying to make good on her food as he also saw and heard her as she once spun.

     Soon that evening these two continued their shenanigans, schematics though they were for moments. As Thetre, her name she called before him, took his large red overcoat, she placed her hand in his coat pocket, to find the cookie that was put earlier in, or what was it then?

     “You will not find it,” lent Saint Nicolas, “I brought it out to eat with what you have for tonight’s, the meal you offered.” At that, and by the way that he was sideways of her, he began to move the same said cookie narrow lengthwise from his beard and lips to the end of his jaw and the beginning of his ear. Saint Nicolas was just making it seem to look like he was eating it, and besides, this cookie was a smaller round of a cookie, and a kind that did not crumble much as it was handled, pocketed, and the like.

     “You shall pay for that,” saying like she knew, and Thetre knew both that Saint Nicolas was to purchase for tonight’s course, and could not help noticing that her guest thought he was the only one of them there who should care he still did not eat the cookie. Yet there were lighthearted chuckles floating about the entry room, and smiles cracked on most every face present. Were they just glad to be warmed again, inside from outdoors, or were they warming up to each other?

     “You know and no pick pockets allowance, ma’am,” decried Saint Nicolas as he spied out her, out from of his peripheral depth perception, nearly nearby around a house post.

     “Would you rather I went with going to your pocket while you wore it,” she suggested but hesitant to speak again, waiting to see if Saint Nicolas considered her a pick pocket, even abradingly. Krisc was silent for a moment he could not get out of, then he would, though wound up, as so up he was.

     “So what did you put something in it then?” went asking Saint Nick, enamored stammering that they each could tell what the other was doing, and were feeling.

     “You will find your monies returned, at the least what tonight’s was worth, should you pay as you say, for a friend’s holiday cooking, and the good-buy pie” Thetre stood without an exclamation, for she kept her tempers as she kept her wits.

     The two enjoyed their new company, sparsely among the grouping. Krisc hoped to learn soon that people were not getting wind that he was leaving, looking for a lady to marry. Krisc got that wish because he did not open his mouth much and that no one either asked his business for being busier (he was usually a busy body, though not in that sense, for he had purposed himself with a workability) and as he spent the late evening laying up configuring what he saw before he met this fine-mannered lady, he had another vision before the candle was out, but he spent the about-midnight-hour speculating and calculating and conflating what these should be on. Krisc was then full of sweets and the visions together opened a new chapter in his life to live.

CHAPTER 08

     At such place of preparation coupled with risen expectations Krisc held advantage. He knew he was to travel, and mustn’t be quick about it, but simply had to be quick on his wit, and plan it, but not too quick, as to make too much haste. This was belief, to believe. Krisc’s advance was that he had his share of solvable problems, and that these held solutions was a given for his taste for temperance. At that very moment he was looking at a fireplace with a chimney and took this view in. Krisc noticed that, how everyone does, that the smoke has a place to go to keep the heat in and keep the air clear simultaneously and by the same convention, a chimney. What about if he could whisk away quick, like smoke. Like up a chimney. There he remembered, recollecting how he had more than once been in charge of a roast cookout and had walked through the smoke where at one point he could not see his surroundings and then a moment or so later he was in front of a crowded landscape, with all the participants eaters awaiting with their own looks of expectations as they prepared for the meal, only by waiting for feasting, while Krisc Koinsengle made the succulent feast.

     Whether those liked his roasting that day, left Krisc feeling fulfilled either way, though knowing all were filled with food. Krisc often wondered if he were meant for more giftings, maybe other than seasons’ meals. Also, perhaps it had something to do with the seasons too, seasons themselves, or some specific special season.

     Today, with the new visit yesternight, he received another surprise with another new day: Krisc got a letter by mail. He was going to put it in his pocket and see to it later, but later on would not do today, so he looked at the envelope today. Envelopes were hand-written and did not only seem to show how a person felt when they penned the mailing, but revealed a writer’s care for it getting to the right place, by making the right letters write the right way, for who they were and how the person getting the letter might get to like, and so, Krisc himself liked much to see how the letters – on the letter – penned and scribed and flowed, and sometimes, sometimes, they glowed, to him, to Krisc Saint Nicolas.

     Well then, he saw it was from the child clerk at the local cattle farm. Apparently, then as he opened it with a rip, and a rip again, Krisc saw it was a notice, coming on for the Christmas Holiday. “Milk delivery for Christmas Day would only come if each household told if they were to still be in town for the holiday.” As it explained in one more line that people travel the most for Christmas, and if no one will be home, then to please let the farm know, by checking a line on the mailing to leave for the Manus Farm, when they come by to knock with the milk. Signed by Yieevs Manus Farm.

     Krisc had been planning to be gone at Christmas, both because he could blend in with the traveling caravans, and also because, since he was single, he would not be missed much by his fellow loggers and their families. Or perhaps they were like him, and their respective families were a country away, or likely just townships away, or then again maybe many many miles of travels away. Yes, Krisc was from Newfoundland, European version. The loggers were now in the Scandinavia, and Krisc’s work placed him not only away from his family home, but a lot of a lot away, in the North of Scandinavia of out from the center of Europe. For now his travels might take him, well any nearer place, though definitely another new place. What he felt was that he should try Spain, either within the travel itinerary or at the conclusion of the travels. This had become a major hint for him.

     But, by the today of today, Krisc Koinsengle’s heart was on milk of all things. Why he liked milk so, he thought, was because it went with anything, or everything. Then again, small kids would drink it by itself. For him, it went with his cookie cakes and, well, everything, anything like that he also liked a lot. Once in a while he would get a platter sized cookie, and thought, why didn’t I think of that first? It was to be for the loggers to share, but because Krisc was good at explaining stuff, he seemed to get into one for himself one night. It was dark sky cover, and he ended up eating the whole thing, because there were more than one of a few for all the loggers. Of course, he had milk too, a liking his favorite at that, for reasons we have been through just now. After that he would only eat one cookie at a time, because he did not just figure that too much of a good thing was overmuch, he knew he would get sick of the sweets if he did it every month, or when those that cooked for the loggers treated them to – platter sized cookie cakes. MMm milk. Mmmmm cookies, giant for the gang. MMmm!

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CHAPTER 09

     There was a lull in the preparation, or that would be preparations, except that Saint Nicolas was doing this all by himself. As he was working, he discerned he was neither behind nor getting ahead. It took a little while more and still a while more than that, and Krisc realized full well, all of why he felt he really met a snag. He also remembered at the same time yet, how it was that he would have to build a level of trust with the total personage he was to have along with him on “this trip around,” or as he succinctly but sufficiently had it noted as – “this round,” simpler then soberly so. For the reason because Krisc had traveled before, though not extensively and much of the ways only for work’s cause, he enabled a championing of vision to view what was remaining, that is, the future, at least of his own life, and if he, Krisc, should get to live it out.

     This was not the visioning he encountered and enjoyed to employ in helps of his “vision” of what is being at becoming, that is addressing this account of his early life before those that would read it, would it ever get written by an author. Part of his plan was not to do an autobiography. Krisc brought an understanding to his life plan goals that included what he had read about others, and knew a couple things. One, read the last chapter of biographies first, and if you still want to read someone’s whole life story, go on, keep up, and so do. The other thing was that Christ Jesus was like this too, where his words tell of his life being in the scriptures before he got to the son of man living, being born a person. There in the holy scriptures Jesus’ main things may have been at the end, like the gospel and The Revelation, but these were also the beginnings, the gospel of the New Testament and the Revelation inside history. Then it was that before the gospel and before The Revelation, God in Christ was exhaustively active just the same. Sometimes in the middle of things, a reader like Krisc, picked up on that this Jesus was the Beginning and the End. So doing the reading had Krisc Saint Nicolas Koinsengle level with his own lifetime, but lived day on by day on in view of these days and where they might be in just a few more days of days. Krisc wanted to live like this, and had vision holding. Krisc supported himself and with vision, generally.

     Vision was for all sorts of things. On the side of things that most would be listing as vanity, Krisc was thinking of cookies again. His thought was on these lines – if a piece of cake was the make up of the cake as a whole, then one cookie, being still from a batch of cookies or at the least a sheet of cookies, could be one huge cookie. This was if one was the type of person to eat an entire cake or a plate of cookies. Krisc’s goal for one-at-a-time could be an estimated evolving into, say two cookies as only one bigger cookie. He was not getting away with anything, but Krisc also knew he may need to improve how he did do the managing of improv, short for improvisation.

     On the wide side, striven to retain composure and, by collecting himself, to remain calm in life’s storms, he was determined to much more relent the wild side, so to claim doing well for himself. Was it the wise get wiser and the strong may get stronger? Krisc Koinsengle knew the little he understood would likely not be enough, and coupled with this the run of graced days was about a calculated risk. ‘Never the same problem twice’ was his stake. For the due Krisc shied away from philosophizing, he picked faith and figured on proving it, but kept this with himself, to himself. Preaching was foolish, but preaching saved, so one had better do it in a bettering way, and left it to the Friars or who else might join on about.

     As Saint Nicolas went about the remainder of the divided days, he was known for after-meal candy cane experiments. Basically, and for all practical purposes, his nose likes candy canes. Whereas he would taste them each and all, they were all pretty much the same taste – just as they were more fancy and sparkled. The taste though would go deep into his breath and clear his nose, as the peppermint would freshen his breath and feel like it was filling his lungs and sharpening his throat when he spoke. He would break them at times, but let them melt mostly, or tried not to chew them up quick. That he liked them the same as peppermints was evident. Due their cane shape he would hang them on things, on the bed post, and most oft, from his pocket. Alas the habit had begun to build character, in him, this Saint, Nicolas.

CHAPTER 10

     So highly self-aware without being overtly selfish, Mr. Krisc Koinsengle knew in himself as he came to himself that it be high time for scheduling the meeting that was to be the rendezvous before the roll out, oncoming sooner than the group likely held in expectation. Krisc was not the greedy type and his kindheartedness was sure to show though his styled smiles. In no time Krisc reserved Friar O’Rorke’s Haven Hall and invited the lot of his group of few fellows over. This was to be the start of a good thing. Now, it was well past Harvesttime when as he told the newer acquaintances of preparing for a decision to move out, and to know to get and be ready. Those around about and coming along were all of the Than twins, Edwin and Alvin, as well as the lad Oelke O’Rorke. Oelke himself had to obtain leave from the local stables where he oversaw the plowing oxen. Krisc was the one to already have shared the many varied stories of plow power, which Oelke told to show and tell over other group dinner events in town. The twins, Krisc also learned, were descended from the Minsk Clan of Denmark and were dwarfs likened to elves. Their native tongue was Danish and they also knew enough of French. Krisc knew some Spanish and passing through Spain was one of their destinations. When they all hunkered in, in the early evening, those two twins taught never lightly on their respective vows of secrecy to how Alvin kept himself busier daywise. Thus far, so far, Krisc was unknown by face to only Alvin, and of the three guests, he guessed they could be courtly and cordial enough to make the whole place comfortable in a benefited composure and an allowed discipline.

     Krisc had heard of people with very short names getting alternates with differing suffixes or otherwise some custom names getting butchered to much briefer accounts though similar and overarchingly so. Mostly, last names like “Than” did at times not spell quite the same in Census polls, so they were abruptly changed. The recruits were not rookies, and but there was no propaganda in the program. Preponderance was relinquished, even down to their given birth names and there were no excuses in the exercise of free will, good will, and full counsel. The flow of influence in between the guests-turned-travelers at the meeting knew that they knew that they knew spending their leisurely though legendary exploits together would become into stronger ties like that of family.

     When they were all gathered and come together, Krisc first reported to them that he had rented for the trip’s duration a logging-use covered wagon, that looked like an open sleigh with the top down, from none other than long-time bunk house buddy Patrick McGowan, whom Krisc had worked side-by-side with for over a decent decade. Edwin chimed in by describing his best friend twin Alvin as a classic to Krisc and gang, who had never once seen Alvin ever beforehand. Better to make no reputation than to gossip, making less than little of the small man. Proper enough and goodly all the way. What ensued was a moderate length meet that discovered Krisc’s general and specific plans to the hearkening trio, who would be well able, more so than, to assist and benefit the goal of godspeed for Koinsengle’s travel venture. Suppose it to say, if this came down, Krisc reassured them each and all, the offset pressure to perform would cause the saved to rise high.

     The Den they were in was not too dark as Wait Staff stepped in to check on the group. Oelke recognized him right away and exclaimed to the guy named Clarence about having clearance to continue. A round of tea drinks were provided from a large tray. None were conflated and the vicinity soon began to sparkle spiritually, to a grown glowing reception. Edwin and Alvin were thought to be everywhere, in everything of the discussion, though they kidded, “Where are we, now here nowhere?” or “What are we doing here?” as a funny, aside. Krisc spoke steadily albeit softly in the roomed décor, ensuring the magic word was of none such nonsense, for enchantment and / or divination were surely not had nor wrought. Nonetheless, there was certainly definitely the magic of a master magician, like that of Daniel of old and in a good way by no means evil-minded nor double-tongued. Krisc handled the room and commanded the presence of his ordered purpose.

     They were to be gone from home for an unspecified timeframe, allotted only by leaving during the end-of-the-year Holiday season. Many to most should be traveling on business or vacationing at the exact same time, so they could count on blending in. There would be no, none nomad manual for these this time. Krisc had the keys on ring. The twins had the compass to share by. Then the map would be on Oelke’s person. Their high rule would be their link to each other and as they were keen on getting to know all the mannerisms, quirks, and strengths of the others within this itinerary and inventory. Would it be hard to say good-night at the same time it would be easy to get up quick? Then Krisc leveled having sweets was seen as a quantity check above the quality of the overall cargo. Every good thing in them should be based in basis of basics, whereas Krisc would buy pastries and kringles galore to stay cheery in the Winter. Yes, it would not be at the height of Winter, evenly so. The brisk cold was sure to cuten Krisc’s round rosy cheek bones throughout the entire season, whoa. Krisc was to wear the same color clothes he preferred, with a red coat with white trim, and his trusty black boots, while the co-travelers were to don green tunics as well as rich cloaks. The code words for ‘Yes’ and else ‘No’ were to be ‘Yule’ and ‘Noel’ if they were to say all that to say this, said about without saying on. If they ever got in any trouble the passengers besides Krisc could be hid in bigger baskets like Apostle Paul once was, to save his life in that point of history. There is nothing perpetrators could do in such as case, no pun intended. The plans were coming around, and the group soon rested content in their knowledge and perused wisdom from above that they put to fair use. From credit to debit, the quartet from out of the highlands of civilization’s affliction furnace, for reason to and daylight for all their bread and water cues and uses, they collectively really had nothing better to do than take the trip, and make it true, this dream. From beginning to end, they would have to leave fresh flesh behind, and simply and sincerely keep up with what they could best abide for the ride.

       Krisc Koinsengle put the finishing touches on the end of that day’s meeting with sharing his own family background, as a going means to be friendly instead of mean. His was a Navy GrandDad, named Andrew. He was raised by guardian paternal grandparents, seeing his parents weren’t around much enough. He was always adding more to do “And” this “And” that was Andrew. Bessandra Draught was his GrandMother, whom Andrew always claimed was d’right one. He had no known brothers or sisters, and that was what he credited for taking liking and receiving wishing for his own children, hence his now journey to take a wife spouse. Somewhat along the same lines, he had no nemesis, and his GrandFather’s bothers were his business. Andrew died while Krisc was still young, falling over like the felled trees Krisc made a livelihood by, left to his GrandMa alone, and it was not long before Krisc started to take work himself to no longer require her overcare. Both his closer Da and Mum were no longer around because of their travels and how he remembered his Pa was by their similar stomachs of men’s guts, which each shook like a bowl full of jelly, as well as his said readings having him gathering much more about other holy scripture cause things. Foggy memories as a young lad of his own Dad’s retold destiny were where history’s names were not as important for their own stories’ gaps today, like how Krisc never only met his other maternal grandparents but once. Before the task came to a close of composite completion, the so-called friends poked fun of Krisc Koinsengle because of the pair of two K’s in his parallels of nick and sir names, again, just for fun to break even more ice in closing. All’s fair in both love and war, and also poverty of traveling. The night was not tried too late nor were they all over tired. Krisc would make the final preparations of prayers and supplies as they each settled themselves for what was sure to be one great adventure, the likes of which they shall always remember. Sooner than they could well keep track of and even before they took off, they too would be back someday, God willing – Ho-Ho-Home!!! 

CHAPTER 11

     The next step: the second mile. It was to be a saint’s sight, right on. We already know Saint Nicolas was not fully dressed without a smile, and now, behold, he simply just had to share it, fair and well, as he was accustomed and used to achieving. Right immediately after the finer scheduled meeting he said “Farewell” to the twins, Edwin and Alvin, and took Oelke aside. He was polite and Oelke not only complied but gladly so, enabled by Krisc to listen up, as he was always quickened to. What a youth, and Krisc knew what he had to say was all about actions over words, and refigured that being a good example would be rightly served to Oelke besides the points he was to drive home. Krisc Koinsengle prayed silently in the in between moment, that his speech would not only be understood, and but literally sink down into Oelke’s ears.

     First things first, Krisc lent and reassured Oelke that he would not keep him too very overly longer, and that both could still be back at rest for the night in no time. Their hearts were knit even before the exploits to arrive in their experiences found grace to exist. Just before the travels Krisc wished for at least Oelke to come to grips with all of what life before, during, and after should entail, and with a father as a Friar, Oelke already contained enough in his heart to both or either realize and acknowledge that they that stand for nothing fall for anything, and that if we like as stronger together yet fail to plan, we plan to fail. The inevitable default defeatism that plagues many to most was already cast at bay with and by Oelke, and Krisc knew this was that it was it.

     Krisc started again, though perfected beyond just at a perfect scene and giving tense. “There may be so many kinds in the world to make the world turn so they say,” he emphasized, “and though there be marauders and evil workers all along the way of evil men and seducers, let yourself in your youth create room for your Creator and establish this way I say, at guarding your heart against anything not for being to becoming Kingdom minded, in you before it does appear in the world at large,” at how Krisc got the less desirable out of the way before the better bested. Diligence was due in life and Churching, saying so was this pair that Oelke respected and honored, evenflow. If it was to be, it was up to them each, so to get out of their own ways did not only seem wise, but understood, prudent, equitable. Oelke’s first knowledgeable response dealt was to rescind that it was not schedule, neither routine, nor organizing or order, but the response time to boot. Krisc clicked his heels as they both stood to their feet for an interim stretch. 

     Now came the really good part, no negativity, mere magnificence over fancy. Tell me how much the truth has, was the spirit of their simultaneously sharpened fervorous effect. “Yes,” Krisc reasserted “both life and Churching apply in this: leave it a little better than you found it – clean up as it were, or in other words, bring to these your all, your Sunday best, in dress and smile and smarts and scope, in a landscape the sky would abide, again what would otherwise be scaled poor without you or your assistance.” The gist was to have Heaven’s ability to make up the difference and take it to the next level even better than it otherwise would have been without you in the first place. Oelke repeated the matter once again right back at Krisc and explained he grappled with this at his age when several in the community already severed themselves from doing the same in the sessions of Service lessons, preached to save. They two agreed the key was you yourself (which ‘yourself’ Krisc tongue twisted as ‘yours elf’ and got by nonetheless with a knowing and a nod from of Oelke), by what you bring in your heart, soul, strength possessing the enough (that some doubt!) to make up this affect of goodness and the glory.

     It worked. Don’t be numb in the for-fun art of balancing work and play, don’t project a screened scream, don’t connect with any who shouldn’t suffice, protect your life and eternity in and before the fact, don’t expect parlor questions, suggest answers but stay neutral if you don’t know at the moment you cannot get by all at once. Do not let it alone, lead as you are led, service option opportunity away. Onward and upward, make it so, so good that your own excellence improves and increases. Someday somewhere be someone to help and deliver as God does, as for now you, me, we may not quite be in the quiet work that God ordained us for. Moreover furthermore, know in yourself as you come to yourself that you have the God-given glory power rights to overcome and to have those that hear you, like us here with each other this day, save themselves as they grow from newbirth. Teachably teachability was the whole point, going as you go, not only what you wish (Krisc was so good at this, believing and fulfilling) or what could be done (Oelke’s talent to be sure, especially in furthering Krisc’ s own heart, life, and world, loyally and haply). To not limit all the while in the knowing knowing limitlessness is impossible without the Man Upstairs. It sincerely translates in both the life and Churching that they each held dear, less dreading fear, more revering honesty and humility.

     Oelke waited patiently, with much patience, until nearly almost afterwards, and did forebear to be a-questioning Krisc, and with a single lonesome question, he right there and then gathered the fortitude and gracious gumption to forge ahead and go ask. “I know you’re buff Mr. Krisc, and you do not typically tend to biff up, much and such,” forwarded Oelke finally, “so, I shall inquire, about my associate’s Alice’s voicing, haunting me with harping: will I let it be, let it be, or what not, of the lot of it?” Krisc showed and told him, “we all have knowledge and we all have a gift, one Christ-kind in this manner and another proper property in that; therefore for this strong reason be quite quiet.” What Krisc meant to mean, without being mean, was for Oelke to be an example of going to the top and to the head of the table upon musical chairs – just as Krisc shall be exemplary to him, Oelke may look to Krisc as he looked up to Heaven’s God, and mutually follow on along in one spectacular spiffy diversity of intensity of generations, and so it shall be. It was this friendliness by showing friendly that life colors were to so fly under live colour. ‘Tis was anything but the tilt-a-whirly-giggle, so Krisc buckled his black belt in a pal-apaloosa sense of humor, whose which spirit’s trouble never altered the joy the small world after all could not take, in either sense.

     It proved acceptable enough to speak face to face, and Oelke’s gratitude made up for Krisc's deliberate delineation or else tough love peacemaking. Both their fathers had raised them exceptionally well, and as that meeting got them ready for the trip, this pep talk prepared them for the company to be kept. Now less than nothing was left to steal from their collective save. The thing to remember was this was that what some either sat on the back pew at Church backsliding or similarly by a Courtroom guffawing, or worse, leaving the plural light of integrity and uprightness to walk in the ways of darkness, a slippery disaster in the false sense that, but all or these their works deeds those sinners albeit publicans did, were for to be noticeably seen of by men. Those spiraling downward could not tell the truth, in the sense of saying it so, and in the regard of not recognizing it in order for themselves to be recognized, ignorance without the bliss. In the end, it was not advice alone, and but should, or would, or could be taken to the faithing Bank exchange and beyond. Krisc did not need to put his foot down, and Oelke neither required masking his maneuvers or endeavors. Before they exited they knew youth of eternity is here, to take ahold of in this life: make the days a presence so the present is a present, too to yours and for yours of you, you being you all the while others be. These two free were free to make of themselves what God’s Book and their own Books from of God’s poetry as it were (psalms, really) combined to recreate, rule of the new. Even Edwin with mystery-man Alvin were cool for the condition and calm for the call. To be or not to be was not the question, for it assumed overmuch unawares; it was the answers in the answering that let them collect themselves as they answered afore they went to speak, in at for true belief.

CHAPTER 12

     The quartet’s meeting was thick throughout, even upon the extra event afterwards, and but the good fellas’ discourse both timings did the trick. Those of these were altogether the recourse of the resource, again spent wisely. The themed thesis against being for boredom was ‘bettering life and Churching by being me’ accordingly from saint to disciple, youngling Oelke listening attentively and but never alarmingly to not-so-fatling Krisc, all okay. Overall and at a glance, it was a ‘you be you, I be I’ type of stage set as well as at the shadow casing of faceless forms of people and places and other things altogether within the imagery of chamberless open eyes, widened at each other all the while looking inward respectively albeit sharpened civilly at a citizenry of chivalry on championing. Any else was no less how that forgiveness may be a hard sell right at the bettering-by, but without forgiving harshness hits above and through. In it all both Krisc Koinsengle and the whole lot of ‘em, they handily harbored esteem and encouragement towards one another, and then they not only got along great but also knew far enough to neither gainsay greed nor accept false allotments. Today oncoming and the tonight following would alway of necessity be ongoing for the steady livers among the staked fakers, although every one grand new day makes a great new way, plus a fresh start by a bigger fair keen ability. Also, the youth’s trouble venting about with double-tongue voiceover was nothing that was not ever before under the sun, even while not that much such fun. Maybe all it could use was a pun, punctual at that, and off they went, onwards and upwards.

     Yes this the greet meet of now once again friends showing friendly, told it was a seen sign over a felt fall. They had all walked away afore having more and more abundant increase of that this was. Now that it was over, this just in: goodness versus evil intent, meant the only thing required for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing. These, in the stead, were setting their hearts to do something, so good. Bootstrapping put it this way (and Krisc has some of the best black boots) - there’s about ten thingys going this ol’ world if you really do do your study-searching; the masses of peoples are content (or so they think) with about two; over up in Heaven, maybe there’s more, like 27 or somethings; God knows if so and hints to us all oft enough on contentment and belief, and then also haunts with His Holy Ghost the remaining remnant of those accepting obedient.

     What’s more, there’s quite a quiet about a lot more trivial lore and myth, intermingled in the books and works purposed in the same worlds’ ends. Only not lonely bit-by phony that you might slight where take be fake. What wears wiles houghing is less where biz be beyond besides a courting of praise. “Wwho” by a bird, angels with a word, folklore circa the absurd, keeps some of us busier despite the divisiveness of deceit.  Take from the Easter Bunny to Fairies: either only smarts conjecture to shade intellect the pains heavens gain planned. It thereby comes around the major macro mountain to the minor micro minute uses hands of the saved ones the world’s alls are for. Nowadays it were Winter, and snowmen eat snow, Krisc supposed predisposingly, because they are what they eat. Howsoever frosty the frost is, is not it still the stuff that makes icicles hang on?! Back a step or pedal, said Giant Easter Bunny silly rabbit, eggs aren’t just in Spring. There at the tulips’ petals colors times four or more are in store galore, no sore to stare.

     While many to most every any Holidays have their own colors, this month it was near the red and green of Christmastime, celebrated maybe by a rather unprovable tradition of timing in near December Solstice, and but right before the next year’s kick-off of New Year’s Day, by about only a week. Now Krisc knew how to both give the sense when reading and also how to ‘read between the lines’ at the literal heart of the matter. Nonetheless, symbolism spreads apparent besides spiritual applications and physical approvals. Due the doing of the reformed do, Mr. Koinsengle found not only a save for his life, but precious perspective of possibilities and performances of God in His word. In between from of new things general writings to old things of the scriptures, pleasant news in either sense has this way with him of pleasing. Productivity ensued, and every work from Krisc’s job vocation to his faith profession held a purpose and a worth that made work along worship the height of pressing on all along the way. For this strong reason, he reasoned during this Season, to let as many of us as are mature have thus such so a mind, and if in anything else, more or less, one of us thinks otherwise, that even will God reveal to him, you or Krisc to himself, or so as he thought. This Krisc has thunk as muchness as he mightily might. For instance example, he lept when he labeled locale in famous ‘Ephesians’ Book the giving gifts to men of Christmastime Nativity in there in Chapter 4 (chapters as known though not there originally initially, nor verses), upon yet another stark discovery the same day of Ephesians’ standout mention of Easter / Resurrection Sunday again over in Chapter 5, which saying on of “awaking and arising, dead sleepers, to Christ-light,” or the firstfruits of the resurrection in Christ’s first coming, certainly a lively real life then Ministering foundation, and now an established Churching. This Krisc Saint Nicolas only shared when with an open door, and sometimes, some days in the years since transitioning from the world, once of age so to speak, he would even look an outlook to perceive the asking for an answer. The hope he experienced and entertained, was beyond the basics and his progression was oft perused by his countrymen besides just himself. He was one of the glorious ones that asked wisdom from above, for hearing of it in the first place and from the new start.

     Today, and after upon a stretch from getting up early from the prior evening, the small group was sooner to endeavor the expedition of young life, theirs each and together-by. Krisc was to sing praise some more in the Churchhouse and first at bathing, giving thanks at the remembrance of the holiness and name from Heaven. For a moment passed by another moment, and in Heaven’s favor was the life he did not once take for granted. When if Friar O’Rorke waved them off even sooner than they might come to expect, they likewise would more than likely achieve their estimation of not just enjoying an untrite trip, and then getting Krisc closer than he’s yet been to attaining a help meet spouse wife. There should be a Mrs. next the Mr. Koinsengle before too longer, and with the planning meeting in hindsight, Krisc and the boys (they were all young enough, and Krisc young himself, for now) made themselves ready for a move as merry as the Christmas Holiday they were accompanying. Again today, Krisc fastened the large buckle of his black belt in preparing for the preparation and grabbed a huge sack for what we shall see is even more than in the packing for the journey that was to be the main stay of his manly manners maneuvered. Krisc twinkled his eyes with knowing looks wide awake as he fluttered his mustache and flared his nimble nostrils and moved his ears up an open notch in anticipation of participating in what, as he went to now, he exercised more than five senses in expecting as much and above the otherwise normal expectations. Just, what was in store, from new hints to ancient origins, he resonated a reasoning rightly.

CHAPTER 13

   The journeyman team was already busy about just that. Since the day they heard of it, to be as far as be as quiet and confident as they may they could they shall, they were. This day the woods would. What that meant was how so the trees staid standing were all that sung rung truer than true truth alone be spent. To speak of these things meant for Krisc Koinsengle that the prep was prepared and all along the departure to destinations in mindview of one to-be-disclosed would be discussed all morning with the good decent Team. Still young enough for the new day and days to be without daze, this straight-purity and righteous bunch was more up then a hunch and at brunch they were already out of the local areas.

   Beforehand at the Shanties where the other logger lumberjacks all stayed, Krisc was quick to wink away at them each. This was his goodness, a way without words to still the remaining ‘till he comes up along again. Each of Alvin and Edwin and Oelke were ready as he/they had hisself/themselves per pre-trip specs, checks, and the talks that walked through to their said going homestead there for their present needs.

   Those little elves of time too carried on through thoroughly even exhaustively to be comprehensive as capable-able for singularly striving at thriving elvish reviving a young thing for this middle earthen world at this time of life and by light of life of mastery. The vision for the fusion of journeying was to be inebbed with transition—Koinsengle was to add a second Koinsengle, a spouse wife sider of same precious faith perhaps not just ripe off the scene scape tree of predicament meant for marriage.

   The steps were through thoroughfare of finery, like dinings the doings dins did so forth, should the shall ‘prayed fors’ happen to hap. Happenstance has that sure way of things and but this was about places and people. If a relocation were deemed the deed could be done, esteemed and cared over. So, if a wife were found, likely a settlement were to be located all so also. Who saw them, the quartet, off was Friar O’Rorke, who taught publically that sometimes between dating good bye highs and someplace praising loving parents came the coming of courting whereby kisses and hugs became commonplaced. All the waiting has growing he says. Somewhere then upon the once courting were was proposal to engagement to betrothal, to an altar marriage kiss vow to honeymoon and off again to praising loving parents as it were to be greater than then.

   At this word the Than twins grew restless in a lately dated means to ends, in a way out of date for preservation of discretion. “So that’s what ye appear as, as Alvin,” young Krisc claimed to exclaim, “Bold as the land itself and not unlike your brother!?” They added how many these days stay single or do you not perceive the persuaded state of affairs in this old world household race of one red blood? Interim and intermission just before a proposal therefore was to be in line like white doves at morning. “Yes, just alike doves by day, the white doves at morning your shared to scare me silently,” thought Krisc aloud. Before morning in the early morn one may sing to whisper as whisking scouring cleaning or moving through the darkness first before dawn to scrape song via love for life all the while quietly proving neither tense nor sparce for awakening the countryside and Krisc K. did so and so with so. “Soon we shall all see,” he sang to the Lord of life, “as if I shall take all about to see to bring with me, a wife!”

   But if not, the trip was equipped and no dull quip would the “shall” delipped. A smile broke across all five of their faces earlier and they were off. By noon the town knew, they’re all that to go as steed double pair and cart wagon one-by. Like if a pure pilgrim was no longer them versus us, for Koinsengle knew more than wish believed how that sometime away may all but prove some more of his theories. Perhaps as one of them an ‘us’ versus ‘them’ country somewhere shall ever be called by at US or spelled longer as an another US _ _, our place amidst nations, young for the millennium he thought until he thunk seated by his travel trunk, a chest of said treasure not buried in bother for the future, today.

CHAPTER 14 (Pocket-Choose-Your-Own-Adventure) look for “=” at chapter break

   These days, this day they, the several many were ahead of themselves out and not just about. Being approximately five days into their journey that was to be about a season, it became most apparent they were at a crossroads. Yes, as Krisc and travel company left at holiday season in a red-sled covered wagon built from old barn red wood leftover building timber for a color that went great with Krisc Koinsengle any season and but, again, this was out for winter season to be back by Spring (March) to pick some flowers for who it was whosoever he was to find, ascertain, or allocate, as it were. Formally he did supremely respect to wish that a young thing were out about to use for to ask about courting marriage. The reason for this season was not to seek a wife, albeit to locate where one such spouse would appear from, to appear dear to Krisc’s own dream for a wife. She would need to be at the least 20 years young, for Krisc K. did not intend to go with a teenager.

   Again this fine shining day they came up to where a train crossing was. The path had been seen because fresher snow was just melted away on the grass next to the dirt road. The green and white ground resembled some the sum of a marble white green chess board that the hometown clubhouse had for to use for visitors back in Newfoundland. Why the country was not so big was not so big a deal was less clear than the move the young men were now to magnificently make. The sky seemed connected with the long train cars like a wall of blue with floor side border tiles lined the length. There a circus train of twenty-two some connected cars was stopped just up the pike and it was the time of prayer hour for Krisc himself and those who did do that of all of this. “Isn’t it just like the ninth (3 o’clock) hour to be when someone like a “Rebecca” future wife alights at cool of the day of the field meditation time?” Though people were coming and going, Krisc, upon thinking twice spoke thus and decided determinately to take his one in seven days break from prayer hour to just ‘check-in’ quick as a wink and not blink as he kneeled, to not miss this the chance to see who could, would be. Should he notice anyone particularly peculiarly he should like to say so or know.

   The now not distant train cars were on track and all brown with circus colored arches over the fronts and backs of each of the individually hooked up pieces of the larger picture. As their small group watched the giraffe in the second last car eat leaves, they saw how tall it was above by its neck next the curved top of that pre-caboose. They waved to approach and a bigger man who was already turned, craved to cave their attention.

   “Here have this flyer of our stop times in this countryside, with tents of rings and all circus things!” recalled the body built gent wearing a top that looked like suspenders but was not. As he conversed with the stage coach driver, Krisc, whose get up resembled a covered wagon more than a sled (it was on those runners versus wagon wheels), they mutually discovered they had previously met. “Yes, I’ll show you to the Ring-leader Mr. Koinsengle, and if you all (how many are you?!) would like to know why the giraffe car is near the last of these, I could be happy to tell you that it is so the train can be stopped if near a terrain tunnel by the time the cars following the engine get inside and then we can have the giraffe lay down in time without its neck standing out of the open top!” told the decorated standby. “Meanwhile as it appears close to set-up time, come along please to meet to talk to whom you know, friend!” hollered Lawrence, an arabian strong man Krisc knew along with the head trapeze acrobat, whom he was related to.

   “Tell my mother the word is I am here,” stated Krisc. By the time the “will do!” answer resounded, the team was already visible beyond present and began to leap to see Krisc’s family, though only one of not the entire sum. To enjoy a nice meal and stay would be more then warranted, indeed wanted per the mutual share of invite request and reply up to the helm hilt of over many to most of the circus host. Even without more obvious ‘joining the circus,’ Krisc and gang, if they were to make a move with the circus to at minimum meet folks attending to too, Krisc just might luckily powerfully meet just the right ‘kind’ of lady, who would like being entertained. Krisc was good at that entertainment of associates living and knew talking to his Mom here would prove how what they both already knew.

   Introduced as “’tis Felicia Spivy, chief of the acrobats of the ‘Crickets and Chirps Knight-Time Circus’” who only performed at dusk or twilight times, when crowds had already seen what they offered via day visits of a lighter set of tents’ arrangement for curious guests who would convene together on posted day stops near their towns, all on the tracks of the trains. “You’ve been training well up to performances, Mom!?” Krisc both extended and asked simultaneously. A big hug was in reach, and they did hug.

   Without completely changing the subject, Felicia (or his Mom, his Mom!!) said saying “I trained you well, enough.” Krisc remembered recent family history how his mother kept her nee maiden name for traveling stunts at this traveling circus. His father had taken a long journey and not returned on time that time, so the family all felt led to try to, too. Traveling was expensive, and tended to poverty, unless, unless they thought to make money by making sense of it. His Mom was based out of Transylvania, a region not a city so it all waved to become less a sign or stance then a legend. As for Felicia, she felt she was fit and possessed good self-control to find a pastime as an acrobat that also afforded her mature living. “What is legendary,” built Felicia Spivy, “is how that I have now come up with the story I spoke of less up ‘til now!” Krisc thought it great, and then also knew it was about him. His mother came up with all but a name and some lesser details of how Krisc could go down in history, thus making history while they were inside it.

   “How’s come you have yet to ever tell me the whole of it, dear Ma?!” inquired Krisc amidst bewilderment she still held her news story high. “And I remember your best saying, even bet you say it,” inspired Krisc.

   “Yes: plan funs, with or without funds!!” said to say his Mom. “Well, now I have the name for, and hope to be sending once I have leave to stop by an engrafter to print it on a printing press for a few of the masses,” lent Felicia. “The land to stake this is chosen and I shall tell we can tell from our Europe it shall spell out enough well!” gladly offered Felicia, the mother also of Krisc’s story to confirm his destiny if he put it to pass to speed to gain.

   “Looks like I can hear of well once I help declog the locomotive chimney up front,” caught on Krisc, “since they have to use my climbing skills from lumberjacking and while I am younger.”

   “All O,” which was of Felicia and her way of saying okay when inquired of and other tidbits things, “Your new travel name is shall be an once a year, for our travel story, around Christmas magically and the name for use is Claus, Santa Claus—you can use ‘Santity clause’ if you think it cra-crazy or you can see how we won wit with—it should to could (oh would) catch on,” Felicia planned to tell all of once the swept chimney regained smokey composure. Both and parties agreed, a non-private discussion of nothing much to swear by. Now Saint Nicolas was also to hear Santa Claus clawed along nearer to his heart of all that held hold bold and bespoke: his remaining family was to perpetuate a pet story to sweep their claim on fame and praise all for fair fairs, uses of clues, and for to share storytelling for all families.

   “Looks like a task meal without chimney smoke around here reminds me of a meal with grill smoke that was there before I left, with someone who gave cookie treats apocketed well as well,” Krisc brought big.

   “Sounds like your younger sister Thetre was getting you ready, so to tell with her, I did,” Felicia spied, eyes wide. “I shall publish with your approval and send by bard barterer from Cairo, Egypt sooner this oncoming summer!” she spent wisely. “On to what chimney I have intertwined inside our make mode of story, Krisc, say Santa,…O!” again says Felicia. Just then a circus hand tumbler who seemed taller than any usual guy because of his practice passed by, walking as he juggled bowling pins and the two, Mom Felicia and son Krisc, parted to meet again upon moments of busy minutes.

   “Now, Ho-Ho-Ho_ly for a story—I am excited near amidst the mistletoe tradition just to think about for a chance wife, and the holly and the ivy at family holy—so glad to be and again, Ho-Ho-Ho_pe!!!” Krisc Koinsengle coined, as the clause cause for the story of Santa Claus was in the making.

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