Jumping beans and Mexican music, lalalalalaaaaaaaaaa... We all love to jump upwards! Russian dancing and high footed kicks, tangos carrying roses in one's mouth, biting down hard (but not on the thorns). Snow coming down in dances as the winded windy winter breathing yelps like whistling amid barren tree branches, not a trace of any leaves left, it is really a cold winter morn. But the snow looks warm, it is white, white hot! Then there is a quick brilliant flash of lightening amidst the dense moisturized mass of clouds that shoots upward Cupid's arrows into the sky two weeks before Valentine's Day.
Now we whisper but do not gossip, we take it all seriously as born comedians, and we watch the snowflakes grow in size, getting bigger and bigger, as they collectively fall in a democracy as the majority wins. We shovel it out, but the masses get bigger and stronger, and we must hide again in whispers, and travel light footedly. Then the trumpets start to scream and we await a bass tone of a shofar, it will be here in the new year: 5776. We will all have something to celebrate! It is life that we have to celebrate. Life, Light, and Love: THE 3 Lameds.
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