A BAG OF NAILS
There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy's father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven thirty-six nails into the fence. Yes, he was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn't long before the boy discovered it was far easier to hold his temper than to have to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the boy didn't lose his temper once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn't wait to tell his father. Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. "You've done very well, son," he smiled, "but look at those holes in the fence. That fence will never be the same again."
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak. "When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you're sorry, the wounds will still be there."
A CAN OF WORMS
One Jolly Huffy Fellow (anon)
At Christmas time, most every year,
Convention chooses that we show
Family love, with festive cheer,
And Yuletide gifts we shall bestow.
We'll watch the children in delight,
Then eat until we're set to burst,
We'll deck the tree with twinkly lights,
Imbibe much wine to slake the thirst.
Yet, there'll be no nativity plays,
They've all been cancelled for they could
Offend some people so they say,
Though there's no reason why they should.
I hear that Santa has been banned,
Because some meanie soul has proof
His sleigh is too unsafe to land
With reindeers on the snowy roofs.
In fact, the reindeers have all strayed,
Released into the icy void,
By some mean animal rights brigade.
The reindeers? They're now unemployed!
As for presents, such emotion!
Leather's banned, and also fur,
Here, this Christmas, I've a notion,
It's nylon for him and for her!
The fairy tales? They're obsolete,
Although they've not yet been forbidden,
And children's chewy toffee treats,
Like Ken and Barbie, should be hidden!
The toffees make ones teeth decay
And oh, the children may get fat!
So mum won't let them eat or play,
And that is the extent of that!
Has Santa set a bad example,
With that hefty, obese belly?
True enough, the girth is ample,
Hey, do we care? Not on your nelly!
The only gift that we can give,
That has some value and some worth,
Is hope that all mankind may live
With laughter, love and Peace on Earth.