tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79845154069389286742024-03-13T16:16:57.989-07:00Porterlance Books - Valerie BorisJames - Porterlance Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00506729015266836171noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984515406938928674.post-70476705271153013712009-12-07T20:07:00.000-08:002009-12-07T20:09:16.560-08:00Valerie Boris' Portfolio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkgQUqa7pchd4WuvuY2tdq2Eb3ZEjKJwPLC_IsB2ym6mnVMtFgHI6IFGEvNDvk64z5bT6YN2QZoyFgbNhZ4UHnAQVhm90PgNEdUVSaMoSTy_8axNKLpBnnvUeqYGQcxMs01ImfaoNM7s1/s1600-h/sample.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412712563509219938" style="WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkgQUqa7pchd4WuvuY2tdq2Eb3ZEjKJwPLC_IsB2ym6mnVMtFgHI6IFGEvNDvk64z5bT6YN2QZoyFgbNhZ4UHnAQVhm90PgNEdUVSaMoSTy_8axNKLpBnnvUeqYGQcxMs01ImfaoNM7s1/s320/sample.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1T6NXXEZTkTAHlWjgjhhySlmdezIdLCbwnRAUYyORb2PKDy5lQtATINkF1W3b1AOaijqNJEe2sOS9rQtUV1ZUFL7722Fo8xL8DIsQx9RzplCJAfJJ-HG39SIO3OVgjK_OUZazbeQF3Zf/s1600-h/acid.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412712507320031458" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1T6NXXEZTkTAHlWjgjhhySlmdezIdLCbwnRAUYyORb2PKDy5lQtATINkF1W3b1AOaijqNJEe2sOS9rQtUV1ZUFL7722Fo8xL8DIsQx9RzplCJAfJJ-HG39SIO3OVgjK_OUZazbeQF3Zf/s320/acid.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT26cEylqQHF4RE79vqPr2CLPmx1hHuHF80wVN9ZwJwc1ElmJOrCs6_KnxLvc7vFjrJXaUUDX9yAp5A8HCAeYStt7a-w8zypkrWvkCVNj8zJML9v0hyphenhyphenvHgoYEsplMXPANSodPQUx8srhl8/s1600-h/6-copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412712406663777858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT26cEylqQHF4RE79vqPr2CLPmx1hHuHF80wVN9ZwJwc1ElmJOrCs6_KnxLvc7vFjrJXaUUDX9yAp5A8HCAeYStt7a-w8zypkrWvkCVNj8zJML9v0hyphenhyphenvHgoYEsplMXPANSodPQUx8srhl8/s320/6-copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>James - Porterlance Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00506729015266836171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984515406938928674.post-15319785949667196862009-12-07T20:06:00.000-08:002009-12-07T20:31:23.435-08:00Valerie Boris' take on the "A Stranger At Christmas" story<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCgJKoiZX2mZk-4UKBPiaDsPlW-fM44j8za5XkILqz1Wi8HY5kf9V6sPNIIpOK0NaQWauwz1D0k_Of2pfQF1mkXGud2nB8GF5_7AHmLJdV6UfZZb3yZNfqsEFZSuCSl_LCTQJ8VfLZ82E7/s1600-h/Stranger(3)+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412717559761094290" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCgJKoiZX2mZk-4UKBPiaDsPlW-fM44j8za5XkILqz1Wi8HY5kf9V6sPNIIpOK0NaQWauwz1D0k_Of2pfQF1mkXGud2nB8GF5_7AHmLJdV6UfZZb3yZNfqsEFZSuCSl_LCTQJ8VfLZ82E7/s320/Stranger(3)+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: 180%;">A Stranger At Christmas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">We bring you now, to a town that you know.<br /><br />Porterlance is it's name, and it's filling with snow.<br /><br />Families are out, taking trees home to trim...<br /><br />With beads, balls, and popcorn on each precious limb.<br /><br />Children are making big forts and snowmen...<br /><br />Counting the days down...now less than ten.<br /><br />Everyone's happy...streets are glowing with lights...<br /><br />Kids in thier forts, having fun snowball fights.<br /><br />While at home, at night...their lists, they'll make...<br /><br />Dreaming of toy stores, and GREAT Christmas cake.<br /><br />That very night a stranger came near.<br /><br />"I'm hoping to ruin this town's Christmas cheer."<br /><br />He has every detail planned out just right.<br /><br />"This Christmas Eve. Yes, this is the night!"<br /><br />He's making his way through the streets quite unseen...<br /><br />Cutting the lights: Blue, Red, Yellow, and Green.<br /><br />His plan is quite simple: "I'll darken the town."<br /><br />To the reindeer and Santa, Porterlance just wouldn't be found.<br /><br />A sound startles Ben, who hops off his bed.<br /><br />Sarah's left sleeping, dreams of toys in her head.<br /><br />Ben looks out the window...his eyes open wide.<br /><br />Instead of Santa, he saw, a stranger running to hide!<br /><br />Ben knew right away, what the man had in mind.<br /><br />"He's left not even a glimmer of light for Santa's reindeer to find!"<br /><br />Sarah then woke to her brother's soft cries.<br /><br />Finding a plan to fix Christmas was wise.<br /><br />They nibbled the cookies left for Santa to taste.<br /><br />"We have to think quick, not a moment to waste!"<br /><br />They hunt through the house, from room to room...<br /><br />Checking cabinets for something to brighten their gloom.<br /><br />Just then Ben found what would help save the night.<br /><br />"Look! Boxes of candles and lanterns to light!"<br /><br />That very minute Santa almost flew by...<br /><br />Then noticed one house that had lit up the sky.<br /><br />As Santa's sleigh landed they ran out of sight.<br /><br />But Santa was puzzled and gave them a fright.<br /><br />Santa said, "Why's it so dark, tonight in your town?"<br /><br />"A man's cut the lights!" Sarah answered, wearing a huge frown.<br /><br />Santa left them with toys to enjoy...<br /><br />In search of the man, he knew as a boy.<br /><br />When Santa encountered the stranger, who gave him a frown...<br /><br />He asked, "Why do you wish so much gloom on this town?"<br /><br />The stranger decided that he'd better say...<br /><br />Of his wishes for toys, with which he could play.<br /><br />It was Christmas, long ago passed...<br /><br />Each year, he was visited last.<br /><br />The other kids in town woke up with glee...<br /><br />Playing with toys from under their tree.<br /><br />But when the stranger awoke, all that he had...<br /><br />Underwear and socks! "Did Santa think I was bad?"<br /><br />Santa confused, waved them under his nose...<br /><br />Showing him letters, that had asked him for those.<br /><br />The stranger knew right away, what had been done.<br /><br />"My parents decided to swap clothes with my fun!"<br /><br />The stranger said, "Sorry." Then, looked towards the ground.<br /><br />Santa then said, "Help me finish my rounds?!"<br /><br />To this the stranger smiled and said with much might...<br /><br />"A Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!"</span></span><br /><p> </p><p> </p>James - Porterlance Bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00506729015266836171noreply@blogger.com