> 'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a > wreck... > How to live in a world that's politically correct? > His workers no longer would answer to "Elves", > "Vertically Challenged" they were calling > themselves. > And labour conditions at the North Pole > Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul. > Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety, > Released to the wilds by the Humane Society. > And equal employment had made it quite clear > That Santa had better not use just reindeer. > So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid, > Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked > stupid! > The runners had been removed from his sleigh; > The ruts were termed dangerous by the C.A.A. > And people had started to call for the cops > When they heard sled noises on their rooftops. > Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers > quite frightened. > His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened." > And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and > flows: > Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose. > So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife, > Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life, > Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a > whiz, > Demanding from now on her title was Ms. > And as for the gifts, why, he'd never a notion > That making a choice could cause so much commotion. > Nothing of leather, nothing of fur, > Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her. > Nothing that might be construed to pollute. > Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot. > Nothing that clamoured or made lots of noise. > Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys. > Nothing that claimed to be gender specific. > Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific. > No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth. > Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth. > And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden, > Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden. > For they raised the hackles of those psychological > Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological. > Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passé; > And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away. > So Santa just stood there, dishevelled, perplexed; > He just could not figure out what to do next. > He tried to be merry, tried to be gay, > But you've got to be careful with that word today. > His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground; > Nothing fully acceptable was to be found. > Something special was needed, a gift that he might > Give to all without angering the left or the right. > A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision, > Each group of people, every religion; > Every ethnicity, every hue, > Everyone, everywhere...even YOU. > > So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth... > "May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."
Central Park, to be exact. I believe the field is Strawberry Field.
The park is smack in the middle of Manhattan Island. It's bounded Harlem by to the north; Carnegie, Upper East Side and Lenox Hill to the east; Manhattan Valley, Upper West Side and Lincoln Square to the west and Midtown on the south.
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Not that I'm a history buff, or a big Lennon fan.... The location where he was shot, which is also the location of one of his residences was "on the border" of Central Park.. the west side I believe. A luxury condo/apt/co-op called the Dakota. His wife Yoko Ono may still live there.
I was 95% sure but sometimes you have to ask the obvious.
Imagine. What a song. I think it may be the best of all time. So simple, not overdone and such a powerful message.
I once had a high school project that I had to make a poster for. It was the following words from Fall of the Peacemakers by Molly Hatchet written in beautiful penmenship. Then there was a picture John Lennon down in the corner. Simple yet with meaning.
A king without a sword, a land without a king Truth without a voice, one song left to sing One song to sing
A wise man told me there's something you should know The way you judge a man is you look into his soul And you'll soon see everything
A voice from the past cried give peace a chance He paid our price, now he's free at last And imagine, we called him a dreamer
How many times must good men die How many tears will the children cry 'Til we suffer no more sadness Stop the madness, oh, stop the madness
If ashes are ashes and dust is dust And our journey is end, then return we must To the sands of the shore
White doves in flight, peace to all But tell me why do the peacemakers fall Must we bury any more!
A hush stilled the crowd as the horse rode by A black-laced veil hid the tears from our eyes And we all wept in silence
How many times must good men die How many times will their children cry 'Til we suffer no more sadness Oh, stop the madness, oh, stop all the madness
Still gives me shivers. Such powerful words. The teacher gave me a B on the projects. I guess he did not get the connection.
Peace and happiness to all. Scott
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