12/14/2011

The Real Santa Claus

We all know the story of Santa Claus, but do we know who this man really is? He's known for putting Christmas presents under the Christmas tree for all the good girls and boys of the world. But what about the other 364 days of the year? We assume he and his elves are making toys for the following year, but this isn't really the case.

My father personally worked with with Santa over seas. He saved his life as well as the lives of many. He's an elite multi-force operator taking missions that others can not do. He's worked with different task forces such as the Navy Seals, British SAS and others. Yes, the myths about Santa is real, he is thousands of years old, flys around in a sleigh with reindeer. But what is not known is the fact that he's a killing machine that brings peace to the world through superior fire power and surgical attacks. From the crusades, WWII to today's conflicts, Santa had his hands secretly aiding in the fight for freedom.

This explains why no one can ever spot him. Many children have waited Christmas Eve to see him only to find Christmas presents under the tree with no clue on how he got past their security. He always seem to get past the best home security systems, dogs and even surveillance cameras. He accomplishes this by using the same stealth tactics he uses during his black ops missions. His red suite and beer gut are just myths made up by folks because no one domestic has really seen him. The real Santa is dressed in camouflage, with a black beanie on his head. He has not an ounce of fat on him with muscles that'll make Arnold jealous. His scarred face tells the tale of battles from the past. His reindeer are also battle hardened. Rudolph the red nose reindeer is real, except his nose glows infrared that can only be seen by infrared or night vision goggles.

So where does all these toys come from if he's not making them? Look on the box and you'll see "made in China". Santa is a multi-billionaire; money's he's earned through out the ages of rewards from ancient kings to modern nations. He takes one day off a year from ridding the world of evil to enjoy putting a smile on a child's face.

No one really knows how old Santa Claus is or where he came from, but the first recorded accounts of him comes from one of the ancient battles during the crusades. The Knights Templar were ambushed by receiving false intel from the French King Philip IV. At the time, Jacques de Molay was a head figure for the Templars. The Templars had first banking system to which France was in debt to and needed to fund their war with England. The king needed to justify his thievery he was about to partake from the Templars. Philip publicly burned Boniface VIII’s Bull Unam Sanctam which gave the Pope absolute supremacy over everyone. He then accused the Templars of heresy and blasphemy. Next, he needed to dwindle their forces through ambush. The Templars were grossly outnumbered and at a tactical disadvantage. Then out of no where, the sound of sleigh bells filled the air above. Without warning Santa swooped down and destroyed the whole French ambush force. From that point on, he was deemed a Saint. Saint Claws as the Templar's dubbed him.

Santa does not work alone. He has help. Elves that are just as cunning and lethal. Great bow marksmen, these warriors can hit their target silently at the same distance a Marine sniper could with a 7.62 long cartridge. Give them a knife and they'll silently rid a battalion in one night.

One of the latest known battles Santa Claus appeared in was during the Iraq war. A British recon team was displaced through an ambush. Only a hand full survived. They were being tracked by Saddam's Republican Guards to the East and the Fedayeen closing in from the North. Out of ammo, food and water, things were looking bleak. Suddenly, the sweet sound of sleigh bells rang. Santa hovered his sleigh and team of reindeer above the recon team. Five elves repelled down and rescued the men. But this wasn't just a search and rescue mission. It was a search and destroy mission. Santa took the reigns of his sleigh while an elf manned a Mini-gun mounted to the sleigh. Not one Iraqi soldier survived that day. One of the rescued soldiers mentioned that Santa took the head of an Iraqi Lieutenant and piked it on Rudolph's antler. When asked why he did that, his reply, "One day out of the year, I spread Cheer and Joy; the rest of the year I put the fear of God into these ."

This Christmas, be sure to leave milk and cookies for the hero of ages. It's the least you could do for the freedom you have. And make sure you tie a yellow ribbon to your Christmas tree for all the troops that can't spend Christmas at home. They're out there protecting our freedom.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

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3/10/2006

Her

Her soul,
my wife.
Her heart,
my life.

Her skin,
so smooth.
like silk,
she moves.

In dreams,
we dance.
Her eyes,
I trance.

Her smile,
Her lips,
My hands,
Her hips.

Her scent,
Like flowers,
In fields,
For Hours.

Her hair,
I play.
The words,
We say.

Seduction
It pry's,
The bed,
She Lie's.

Her legs,
They glide.
Her feet,
My side.

Our lips,
They touch,
I grasp,
I crutch.

My lips,
they sweep.
Her legs,
So sweet.

My tongue,
It goes.
where juices
flows.

Her moan,
Her breath.
My mouth,
Her chest.

Her thighs,
They squeeze.
My waist,
With ease.

Our hands,
They lock.
Our bed,
we rock.

I stroke,
I thrust.
My body,
I bust.

Our souls,
connect.
Our flesh,
reflect,
The love we have for each other.


Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier

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12/03/2005

-- Jolly is the Fat Guy --

If I was haunted by a ghost,
Who would it be I’d want most?
But the ghost of Christmas present.

His joyful laugh tickles my heart,
His big ‘ol smile sets him apart,
With a fine smell of wine, but just a hint.

His jolly chuckle makes me laugh,
While he shakes body and spills his glass,
A turkey leg in one hand and the other, a glass of wine.

“Have a drink!” he vocally yells,
“Eat some grapes! They’re not stale!”
I have to admit the variety of food tastes fine.

Another big laugh, another wise crack,
Slaps his knee then smacks my back,
This big man almost knocked me to the ground.

“Where did this food come from?” I kindly ask,
“From the heart and not the past!”
“Now here’s to your health!” as he poured another round.

I’ll never forget the fun we had,
When we raise our cups and swayed like mad,
And sang some old hymens out of tune.

We YELLED REAL HARD, with a finishing verse,
The noise was so loud, my light bulbs burst,
But it was ok ‘cause our joy lit the room.

Then so sadly, he had to go,
He stood up tall and brushed his robe,
And gave me a big fair well with a teddy bear hug.

I remember the most, the twinkle of an eye,
And I’ll never forget the jolly fat guy,
Who cheered up this old grouch of a dud.

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier

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-- Soldiers March --

Solid steady are the steps,
Exactly a half second apart.
Clap-clop clap-clop
The soldiers are marching on.


--Haiku--

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12/02/2005

-- Blinded By Pride --

All is well in my world today,
As long as I’m in control.
Don’t tell me what to do or what to say,
I’m the king of my own goal.

They came today to tell me a tale
Of something that happened long ago.
They talk of a man and some very large nails,
And was tortured from head to toe.

My world is perfect I made my wealth,
And in no way I need advise.
Drink some more wine and hears to my health.
All is great and suffice.

They came again and spoke of His love,
And how I could possibly be free.
They told me about a gift of dove,
Because He was nailed to a tree.

Everything is great in my life today,
I’m the king of my destiny.
I’m happy and satisfied where I lay,
until I got hit by a tragedy.

They came and said to put Him first,
And my life would be content.
As I refused, my condition got worse,
And now I can’t pay my own rent.

Life is hard and my bills are high,
I don’t know how I’ll get through today.
My worries are killing me; I want to cry,
My youth and my health have gone away.

I wish they would come back again,
They had something in them I didn’t.
For whatever situation they were in,
They were happy, healthy and content.

Now I lay here in bed all day,
This tragedy how I could rid.
But instead my pride got in the way,
And kept me from accepting Him for what He did.

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier

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-- Sand Angel --

Johnny and Sarah, spent days at the beach, this went on for months.
They’d play for hours but before they leave,
They’d make sand angels about.
And this became tradition.

“Daddy, one last time before we go, make me a sand angel”
Johnny could not resist her sweet request.
So he fell and moved his body about.
Every beach trip this went on.

Telegrams came, the telephone rang, Johnny was needed for war.
“I’ll be back, I promise Sarah; in fact let’s shake.”
“When I return we’ll go to the beach.”
“And make sand angels again.”

Gun shoots rang, explosions made and Johnny fell to the floor.
The pain he felt made him squirm and twitch,
He took his last breath to say to himself.
I broke my promise to Sarah.

A telegram came, a knock at the door, your daddy died in war.
There was something strange at the battle field.
As your daddy’s body was removed,
A perfect sand angel remained.

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier

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11/30/2005

--Beast of Light Poem--

Beast of Light, you bring me hope.
You promise riches, the burden I tote.
Beast of Light, I come to you.
The things you promised, they never came through.

My friend, my slave, take my hand, lets shake.
Situations came up, it’s an honest mistake.
Come now, go back to work, your loyalty true.
I will double the things I promised you.

Beast of Light, how selfish of me.
I’ll go back to work and make you proud, you’ll see.
Beast of Light, Beast of Light, where are the promises,
They are nowhere in sight?

My friend, my slave, I simply forgot.
Trust me, keep working, I’ll give you a lot.

Yes sir my lord, I’m loyal and true.
How selfish I’ve been to question you.
My hands are callused, my back will soon break.
Where are my promises? Is this another mistake?
Beast of Light, your cloak made of fine wool.
Your castle so big with riches so full.
Labor of slaves, made you so rich.
But no promises, not even a stitch.

My friend, my slave, how foolish of you.
Work harder, work longer, I’ll pay you your due.
You will be rewarded, this I tell you no lies.
In fact, give me more and I’ll triple the prize.

My hair has grayed, eyes sunk in my skull.
Still no promises, am I a fool?
Beast of Light, the promises you broke.
Now it’s time to unveil your cloak.
I look upon him with my vary own eyes.
The Beast of Light, is the Beast of Lies.

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier


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--Remember When--

Have a seat, put up your feet,
Let me pour you a glass of wine.
Now think back and try to relax,
And take yourself back in time.


Think real hard and reminisce
Do you remember that very first kiss?
Wasn’t it great? Wasn’t it grand?
Did it put you in a state of bliss?


Crazy days, wild and free
Days like that now; I’ll never see.
Partying hard; far from sober,
Remember your first hang over?

TV shows that went on by.
Mulder and Skully of the Paranormal FBI.
Who can forget Buffy the Vampire Slayer,
In 90210, who do you think was the biggest player?


1992, remember Dan Quale? Remember he could not spell?
Mr. Quale, our VP, now he knows potato has no “e”.
Clinton and Lewinsky; that fling went south.
Did he really put that cigar in his mouth?

Go back further and remember when,
you valued your first real best friend?
Always together always a double,
When ever together always in trouble.

And who could forget thier very first car.
Put it in first gear, floor it as you tore up the tar.
You'd drive that car accross the map,
Proud of it even though it was a piece of crap.

Let me jog your memory;
remembering then,
Think back to the days;
remember when?

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier

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8/28/2005

-- Asian Stereotype --

Eat fried rice, sweet and sour spice,
Never will wear a shoe.

All are short, flexible.
We all know Kung Fu.

Ching chow choe, wong we wah.
Insults from a man.
We’ll just insult back you see,
Car, airplane, bus and fan!

What you do, what you name.
Broken English is how we speak.
You my friend, come here now.
I kiss you on the cheek.

Vietnamese, Korean,
We all look the same.
“Are you Chinese or Japanese?”,
These questions are getting Lame!

Railroad tracks, broke their backs.
Sony electronics no surprise.
Can you blind fold an Asian man,
With dental floss across his eyes?

Twenty families in one house,
On the floor they all sleep.
Save their money for a nail salon,
Oh my gosh they’re cheap.

But the one thing that gets me most,
Is that we all don’t come from the same land.
Cambodia, Vietnam, Laos, Thailand or Malaysia.
And not just China or Japan!

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier

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8/20/2005

--Mexican Stereotype--

Thick mustache, big sombrero,
A donkey in his hand.
Grass is yellow, Amarillo
The color of his land.

Juan, Manuel
Javier, even Enrique;
Maria, Paloma
Berta and Teresita.

Spicy smell, Taco Bell,
A place to eat you see.
A franchise, restaurant,
Not a Mexican Phone company.

Bonita, Bonito
Beautiful as can be.
Chupacabra in the night,
Lock the door, throw away the key.

Soccer fan, Cruz Azul,
Blue Cross is their team.
Burrito, Taco pie,
Main ingredients bean.

Make the Tostitos, roll the dough.
A cook out, what a thrill.
Bring it in, it wont work,
Beans keep falling through the grill.

Vato’s locos, chica girl,
Hombre is a man,
Stereotypes from society,
Of a typical Mexican.

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier

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8/06/2005

--Stranger in my land--

Familiar faces in the same places,
I’m a stranger in my land.
For years and years I’ve come and gone,
Yet still, a stranger in my own land.

I know them, they know me;
I’ve listened to the same old band.
Sang the same old songs, know all the words,
But still, a stranger in my own land.

In the past, a pleasant hello;
Now it seems all canned.
From hugs to handshakes, and nodding heads,
A stranger in my land.

Gone a while, but finally back.
Always took a stand.
Expect the same, but got different.
I’m a stranger in my land.

Comradeship, relationship, people that I know.
Words exchanged, friendships made,
All the seeds we sowed.
Enmity, absolute, alienate, unfamiliar man.
I can't figure out why,
I’m a stranger in my land.

First progression, now regression,
Two steps forward, sinking in the sand.
Will someone help and pull me out,
I’m a stranger in my land.

All momentum, wheels are turning,
Got left far in the sand,
Gone a day, a year and back.
A stranger in my land.

Only one, Forever constant,
Always held my hand.
Back never turned, Always there,
Even when I’m a stranger in my land.

Does this matter? It matters not,
The coldness of a man.
Reason simple, I have Jesus,
Never a stranger His land.

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier

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7/24/2005

-- Phillip Lanier Stereotype --

Take another look, title of a book
An opened mind is the key.
Read the story, You’ll find out,
Phill is more than what you see.

What is the purpose, more then the surface,
Dig deeper in his mind,
Not just the goof ball we all know.
An intellect you will find.

May be cheap, drives a blue jeep.
On the surface he’s a prankster.
But definitely not in any way,
A plagiarizing poem copying gangster.

Poems cool, all original.
Accused of cutting a pasting,
So I’m writing this poem to defend myself.
It’s been up to 5 minutes I’m wasting!

So the moral of the story, I promise it’s not gory.
And make sure you ask my lover,
That Phill can do a lot more than you think.
So don’t judge a book by it’s cover!

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier
(Spurt-of-the-moment Poem; written in less then 7 minutes)

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