Think & Write #136

Solving for X-mas

David entered the office of the math department of Devonport College.  On his desk was a stack of Christmas cards, all addressed to him.

“Nice,” David quietly said, as he began opening them.

All of the ones that he read were very thoughtful.  The last one, though, really caught his eye.  The message read “Merry X-mas, David!”

At this, David smiled.  This card was from Patrick Murphy, head of the math department.  Looking at the card again, David nodded.  Something clearly wasn’t right about the card.

“He forgot to solve for x….” David quietly said.

As David was looking at the card, Mr. Murphy looked down at David.  “Did you like my card?”

David nodded, and gave him a jovial smile.  “Yes, Mr. Murphy,” David told his boss.  “There is, however, one problem.  And we all know this in standard algebra.  You forgot to solve for x.”

Mr. Murphy frowned.  “What do you mean, David?”

David pointed at Mr. Murphy’s message  “Merry X-mas, David!”.  “You did not solve for x.  You left it without a variable.  And I’m pretty sure that you know what that variable is.”

Mr. Murphy nodded.  “Yes David.  I do.  But you see, I am not a Christian, so I don’t feel that we even need to worry about that message.”

David nodded, looking slightly troubled.  “I am very sorry to hear that, Mr. Murphy.  I just found it strange that you would write an ‘x’ where ‘Christ’ should be.”

“Well, religion is for the weak,” Mr. Murphy told him.  “A man like me don’t need religion.  Now if you would excuse me, I have a class to get to, and so do you.  This is the last day before the break, Mr. Silverman.  Let’s not begin it on a bitter note.  You have a good day.”

“Merry Christmas!” David shouted, as he left the room.

David, still having another 15 minutes, looked at the card again.  If Mr. Murphy insisted on keeping it as “X-mas”, he was going to change that.  He decided that he was going to solve for “X-mas”.  David wrote on the card, showing his work.  X = Christ.  After writing that, he wrote “Christmas” underneath “X-mas”.  Putting the card away, David sighed.  “You can’t spell Christmas without Christ,” he quietly muttered.

With that, David left the room, towards his first classroom.   This would be the last day that he would be teaching before Christmas break.  Just a few short days before Christmas.


©2012  K. L. Walker

Think & Write #135

Nativity Scene

Emily walked into the living room.  The house was nicely decorated, with a Christmas tree in one corner.  On one of the book cases, her mother was setting up a manger.  There were little figures that her mother was setting up, including one that was a baby.

Emily watched with curiosity as the whole manager got set up.  When she saw the baby, she was confused.  “Who is that little baby?” Emily asked her mother.

The mother turned to her daughter and smiled.  “That little baby is Jesus.  I am setting up the manger because this is what makes Christmas so special.

Emily still looked confused.  “Why?” she asked her.

“Honey,” the mother told her.  “All of these figures are part of a scene in the Nativity Story.  This is an extra special story because this story is about the birth of Jesus.”

“Who are those standing next to baby Jesus?”

“Those are the parents.  The father is Joseph and the mother is Mary.  There is also the three wise men, the shepherds and the angel, Gabriel.  A long long time ago, Jesus was born into the world.”

“Are those like dolls?  Can I play with them?”

The mother shook her head.  “Please don’t play with them.  They are fragile.  This is a very old collection.  This is the real meaning of Christmas, honey.  The birth of Jesus is the best gift that the world has ever received, and it is through him that all of us can be saved from all the bad things that we do.”

Emily smiled, and quietly stared at the manger.  She looked at baby Jesus and smiled.  When she saw her mother talking, she held out her hand.  “Shh!” she whispered.  “He’s sleeping, mommy.  We need to be quiet.”

The mother smiled, as she got the last of the scene set up.  “Okay.  We’ll be quiet around the manger, okay?”

The mother left the room, leaving Emily alone with the manger.

Emily smiled when she saw the baby Jesus figurine.  She then approached the little figurine and began whispering to it.  “When I entered the house yesterday, I forgot to take my shoes off.  I’m sorry, Jesus.”

At this, she left the room.  The Nativity Scene sat there, emitting a faint glow of light.


©2012  K. L. Walker

Think & Write #134

Christmas Flick

Steven had stacks upon stacks of DVD’s in his room.  To call this his movie collection would only be the tip of the iceberg.  This was  Steven’s Christmas movie collection.

With at least 200 different Christmas movies, Steven was determined to see every single one before Christmas.  Having started on the 1st of December, this was going to be easy.

In his collection, Steven had a little bit of everything.  He had the Christmas classics, like A Christmas Carol, It’s a Wonderful Life and the 1947 Miracle on 34th Street.  There were also some more recent classics.  He had both Home Alone 1 & 2.  He also had The Santa Clause 1, 2 and 3, although he liked the first one the best.  He also had some Christmas Comedies, like The Grinch, Elf and Jack Frost.

Despite all of these, newer movies keep entering his collection every year.  While The Polar Express wasn’t as new anymore, Arthur Christmas was much more recent.

Steven’s total of watched movies was well past the halfway mark.  By Christmas Eve, his last movies will be watched.

Steven smiled, and put another DVD in.  For him, Christmas was all about the movies.  And with so many to choose from, he would surely not have a shortage of Christmas cheer this year.


©2012  K. L. Walker

Think & Write #133


Jimmy looked at the calendar.  It was the twelfth day of December.  Today, Jimmy would be celebrating his twelfth birthday with twelve of his friends.

The excitement died, when Jimmy realized that he had to go to school first.  After school, all the fun would begin.

With that, Jimmy got ready and went off to school.  Due to his mother setting up some of the party decorations, he wasn’t able to get there on time.  In fact, he was twelve minutes late.

The day wore on and Jimmy kept looking at the clock.  Time seemed to drag slowly.  Finally, Jimmy began the countdown.  It was twelve minutes to three.

After school, his mother picked him up and drove him home.

Once at home, Jimmy got ready for his friends to come over.  When he came out to the living room, he noticed the room was decorated with streamers.  A big banner read “Happy 12th Birthday, Jimmy!”  All around the living room were twelve balloons.

Finally, Jimmy’s friends came over.  There was a lot of food there, considering the number of friends that he had.  But this problem was easily remedied with Jimmy’s food of choice: pizza.  And there was plenty of pizza to go around.

After pizza, Jimmy opened up his presents.  There were twelve presents from his mom and another twelve from his friends.

When that was over, it was time for cake and ice cream.  Jimmy’s cake had twelve candles.  After they sung “Happy Birthday to You”, Jimmy blew out the candles.  Jimmy’s mom cut the cake into twelve slices.  Jimmy and all his friends ate it.

Finally, it was time for Jimmy’s friends to leave.  So Jimmy said bye to all his friends.

With the night being about over, his mom smiled.  “How does it feel to be twelve?”

“Just another year older.” Jimmy said with a smile.

After that, Jimmy got ready for bed.  He went to sleep and smiled.  All in all, it was a fun birthday.


©2012  K. L. Walker

Think & Write #132

Carol of the Nog

Brian walked over to the fridge and opened the door.  Inside was a half gallon of egg nog, just about empty.

Pouring the last little bit into his glass, Brian panicked.

“No!” He shouted.  “This cannot be!  I’ve got to get some more nog!”

Brian wasn’t just one of these casual egg nog drinkers.  Brian was an egg nog fanatic.  So much so, that he created his own egg nog fan club, and an egg nog fan page on Facebook.

Out of egg nog, Brian made a beeline to his car and drove down to the nearest grocery store.  Entering the store, he bought six half gallon jugs of egg nog.  That was just for his own personal use.  He would need even more for his egg nog drinking party that he had scheduled for tonight.  15 people would be coming over, and his policy was “bring your own nog”.

Brian hurried home and poured another glass of egg nog.  As he drank it, It was amazing.  He loved the taste of nutmeg.  He loved the cream and the eggs.  He especially loved the ground cinnamon.  All of it tasted good to him.

And since he was in such a good mood, Brian started singing his version of “Carol of the Bells”, which he called  “Carol of the Nog”.

Nog noggy nog!  Nog noggy nog! Nog noggy nog!  Nog noggy nog!

Nog noggy nog! Nog noggy nog!  Nog noggy nog!  Nog noggy nog!

Nog noggy nog! Nog noggy nog!  Nog noggy nog!  Nog noggy nog!

Nog noggy noggy nog noggy noggy nog noggy nog nog noggy nog!

Noggy noggy noggy noggy egg nog!

Noggy noggy noggy noggy egg nog!

Nog noggy nog! Nog noggy nog! Nog noggy nog!  Nog noggy nog!

After Brian sung this  song, which most people found to be both ridiculous and crazy, he finished his egg nog and smiled.  With plenty of egg nog and a party tonight, this was going to be a great season.  For Brian, a great season to drink some egg nog.


©2012  K. L. Walker

Think & Write #131

Bell Ringer

The cold wind blew in my face.  It blew at me as I rang my bell, hoping that people will donate to the Salvation Army.

With the turnout of events this year, I have had the usual turn out.  There are the givers that always give, and then there are those who completely ignore me.  Whatever the case, I am happy to stand outside, ringing my bell.

Every now and then, people ask me if I’m cold.  To be honest, I’m actually bundled up pretty good.  Thermal underwear, T-shirt, sweat pants, regular pants, snow vest, snow pants, and a heavy winter coat.  In case it gets really cold, I have my scarf.  My feet are fairly warm with the wool socks that I have on over my regular socks.

Getting back to my job, I saw a young woman walking in.  She doesn’t bother to give me anything.  Most people don’t when they’re walking in.  It’s pretty much when they walk out that I have the best odds of getting something.

An old man walked out of the store, and placed a $10 bill in the container.

“I’d like to give you more,” he told me.  “But it’s all that I can give you right now.  Merry Christmas!”

“Well, thank you and God bless!” I told him.

At that, the old man left, hurrying to his car because of the cold wind.

A younger guy exited the store, dumping a handful of change into the container.

“I don’t like change,” the guy told me.  “So you can have all of mine.  Hope you get a lot!”

The guy then hurried to his car, like the old man did.

A few more came by.  Most passed by the container.  A couple of ladies threw a small handful of change into the container.  One young lady stopped and stuck a $20 bill in the container.

“This charity means so much to me,” the young lady said, wiping away tears.  “You gave me a car, clothing and you helped me get back on my feet.  I hope you get many more gifts like this.  Merry Christmas.  Stay warm!”

“I will,” I told her.  “I’m glad that we could help you.  “Merry Christmas!”

After that, a lot of people avoided me.  I think the main reason had to do with the cold winds, which was getting stronger and stronger by the minute.  Despite that, I kept ringing my bell as loud as I could.

Then, an older man comes up to me, and places 3 $100 bills in the container.  I could not believe my eyes.

“I did not come here to shop.” the man told me.  “I’m here to help you guys.  While everyone else buys gifts, I spend my money on this charity.  This is the fifth year that I have been doing this, and I feel more and more joyful each time I do it.”

“Thank you very much,” I told him.  “This will really help a whole lot.”

“No,” the man told me.  “Thank you.  This charity has changed my life.  When I was young, I had nothing to my name, and I got in a lot of trouble.  This charity has really helped me, and I’m returning the favor.”

I nodded.  A tear almost came out of my eyes, but I fought it back.  “Wow.  That’s an amazing story.”

The man nodded.  “Well, I gotta get to the next store.  I hope all you bell ringers are staying warm.  Merry Christmas and God bless you.”

The man walked back to his car, fighting the cold air.

With my face starting to feel cold, I got out my scarf and wrapped it around my face.  I then continued ringing.

As I fought the cold air, I looked around and smiled.  I love this job, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.


©2012  K. L. Walker

Think & Write #130

That’s a Wrap

Irene opened her closet in her bedroom.  When she did this, a whole bunch of gifts poured out, almost knocking her over.

Looking at all the gifts, there was so many things to wrap!  A toy train for Billy.  A power wrench for uncle Clifford.  A video game for little Justine’s handheld.  A new toaster oven for the family.  A one-cup coffee maker for herself.  A new blu-ray player for her husband, Scott.   And that was only a few of them.  With roll upon roll of wrapping paper and her trusty pair of red scissors and gift wrap tape, she was ready.


Joe had just returned from the mall.  In his various bags were gifts that he bought for all his friends.  His gifts that he would buy for his family would be done on another day.  With all the bags, he dumped them on his bed.  Grabbing the wrapping paper, scissors and tape, he was ready to start wrapping.  This would include that nice gold bracelet that he bought for his girlfriend Lauren.  That sports video game that he bought for Ned.  A $10 gift card to the movie theater that he bought for three of his friends.  Another gift card was for his girlfriend again.  A gift card to a restaurant so that they could eat there together.  So Joe sat there, wrapping every gift that he bought.  What remained in the bag were all the Christmas cards that he would get to later on.


Tiffany sat there, with a wadded mess of wrapping paper.  Somewhere in that paper was some kind of box, which had a gift inside.  Taking the messily wrapped gift, she went into the living room with it and showed her mother.

“Look mommy!  I wrapped a present!”

The mother looked at the bulgy box, decorated in Christmas trees and snowflakes in a dark blue background.  This was Tiffany’s first present that she ever wrapped, so she didn’t want to discourage her.  The waste of wrapping paper didn’t matter to her.  All that mattered was that her daughter tried.

“It looks nice, honey!” the mother said as she pat her on the back.  “Thank you for wrapping daddy’s gift for me.”

The mother smiled, looking at the Christmas tree, decorated with lights.  With all the gifts that needed to be wrapped, she knew that tonight was going to be a busy night.


©2012  K. L. Walker