The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Monday, April 18, 2011

Bob Treason

There is a man we all know and his name is Bob.  His last name surprisingly is Treason.  Bob is a bright man and a wise student of all of the philosophical sciences.  He lights his cigar in the heat of the night and he likes to dance in showers on the moon.  Bob is orthodox in all of his manners, but sadly he only visits the moon once every thirteen days in the month of May.  This was ok with me, but I really thought that the world would be a better place if no one really wanted to see Bob dance in the Crater Colony on the moon's surface.  This is still not a real big deal.  When Bob goes to the moon in May, I never look in my telescope.  That said, there are many children all over the world who really like to look through their telescopes and see Bob go through his routine on the Lunar surface.  That's good and fine.  But poor Bob was really just a myth.  No man would ever exist with the last name Treason.  Its against the laws of common sense.  Bob really is just a myth and when the children go to look at him dance on the Moon in his shower, they really see a big Lunar dweller that likes to shower in the buff with a cigar in his lips.  This lunar dweller knows the story about Bob Treason and he goes out and make a real show of it on the proscribed May days.  This is quite funny to me and I know all about this certain Lunar Dweller.  His real name is actually Yule Tide Muscle Boy and he really is a good thoughtful friend of the time clock changers on Mars.   I think that Yule Tide Muscle Boy is serious about his job and actually he lives for every year of the calendar cycle- never to be replaced by anyone else and never to perish or cease to exist in his present form.  That is unless the children just stop looking for him on the Lunar Surface.  Why is he named Muscle Boy?  That's a good question.  He really is not a big buff man at all.  He is a mystical magical figure with a bow tie that looks like a stereo player and he really bows to the wind when it blows his way.  He is magical and mystical and he makes the funny wise people on the planet Earth clamor with laughter as he really did not exist at all either.  He's just a figment of the children's imagination and when they looked for him through their telescopes, not a single child has reported seeing him in true form.  I thought I saw Santa Clause once, but it was really just a guy at the Mall wearing a Red Santa Suit. But that said, Bob Treason is a smart man who likes to live on the cuff of merriment and he walks with a cane and drives a BMW sedan.   That is nice and Bob is really Santa, but that's ok, I'm not making fun of Santa Clause.  I'm just saying that he really does not exist.  And neither does a man named Bob Treason, I hope.  Because if I had that name, I'd change it to Pac Man before I showed my signature in public.  And that does not mean that Christmas is treasonous either.  I don't want to lose my Christian friends who are reading this analogy here.  But that said, why would a nice Jewish kid want to be waiting for Santa Clause, because if he really did, it would indicate that he was of the Christian faith and in that case, it really would be treason, would it not?  Just a thought on this topic, but rest assured, I might even like to play Santa at the Mall someday.  Or would I?  It is yet to be seen.  
Thanks for not destroying this book at my analogy of Christmas to treason for a Jew and only a Jew.  But that said, if you really are Jewish, feel free to have your photo taken with Santa Clause at the mall.  You might laugh that you did such a thing one day.  I think there is a photo of your author somewhere with a Santa Clause and I am sure I was not treasonous that day.  But I do hope that our nature of celebrating the Christmas Holiday continues among the non jewish persons on this planet if they are so inclined to do so.  I really like visiting Christmas lights and I'll tell you a little secret, this Jewish Author likes to listen to Christmas music as well.

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