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Christmas Dirty DeedPosted Sunday, December 26, 2010, at 10:27 AM
Makes me want to bring out the heavy artillery. B U T, He says we must also love our enemy, (even if they kill our PC (emphasis mine)) one of those sick, somber days. Sigh!!
By Arley Steinhour 122610
Christmas Day, Oh, Christmas Day, what happened to my Christmas Day?
It started out, so crisp and fine, a grand old Christmas Day, under way.
Off to be with family, fill up on food, cooked wonderfully, Oh Christmas Day,
With prayer, and fixings on the side, my mouth stayed open, I can say.
The day went better than can be, with simple gifts to celebrate what got He,
Oh, Christmas Day, this Christmas Day, had all the love that does fill me.
Later in the afternoon, I left for home, was not too soon,
My Oxygen had just run out, but the spare tank O2 would spoon.
Singing with my voice so loud, I drove the mileage in no crowd,
Most folk, I figured, would move on later on, but just as loud.
Home safely, after a nod or maybe Three, my car gave a sigh, as I turned it off,
Inside my home, so soft and warm, I decided to check my e-message trough.
I read a couple of 'Blessings,' so great, they filled my Faith tank right to the top,
Then, went to the Forum, that's where I got bit, by a virus that made my new PC stop.
Before my eyes could blink more than once, a ransom note was presented,
For only one hundred bucks my PC would live, my ego felt so dented.
Clear warning on screen: I must pay, or PC would be with the Lord,
Not very smart, I unplugged my Web service, the blue ether cord.
That proved to be the wrong thing to do, screen made a comment; then it went blank.
When I tried to reboot, no luck, executable programs were quite locked, in the tank.
So, out of the closet came ancient PC with memory XP, working just fine,
Clinking and a clunking, I type my words slowly, old but reliably, mine.
So, on the tomorrow, repairman I call, hoping his phone isn't ripped from the wall,
I'd almost offer a 'Bet-ya,' more PC's will catch what made mine take the Fall.
I therefore do my praying this morning for you, PC owners one and all,
If your PC gets sick, and dies, don't rip your phone from yon wall.
The person who made up the virus, will owe great apology,
For ruining a great day, for all them unhappy folk, even me.
AMEN (We'll see)
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