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December 20th- Moments in Time: 2020 by Silver Chipmunk

Starsky finished flipping through facebook, and closed his laptop with a sigh.

“I don’t know why you bother,” Hutch said, putting his book down to glance at his husband. Hutch himself avoided computers, and especially Facebook, as much as possible.

“Hey, most of the time it’s fun!” Starsky objected. “I get to see what’s up with everyone.”

“Then what are you complaining about now?”

“Who said I was complainin’?”

“Well it sounded like you were complaining. What was all that sighing about, then?”

Starsky sighed again. “It’s gettin’ very disharmonious. Lotta’ fightin’ and disagreein’.”

“It’s election season, what do you expect?” Hutch said without sympathy.

“And all the news about the pandemic is bad,” Starsky went on, ignoring him. “It’s taking so long to make a vaccine, I thought they could do something as quickly as they did with the Bay City virus back in the ’70s.  I’m gettin’ tired of lockdown!”

Hutch sighed at that himself. “I know, I am too. But we’re old, now, Starsk. We’re in the vulnerable age group, and besides that, you’re missing part of a lung which makes you even more vulnerable.”

“Well, it all makes for depressing reading, that’s all I’m sayin’,” Starsky growled.

“Then stop reading it and do something more enjoyable.”

“I did stop reading it, in case you hadn’t noticed.” He gave a sudden, brilliant smile. “And do you have any suggestions for something better to do?”

“I think I might,” Hutch said, smiling in his turn. “Want to come over here, and we can discuss it?”

Starsky moved across the room and into his husband’s welcoming embrace.

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December 19th- Bay City Christmas by Lapfordlass

Through the season, bells will ring.
Folks dress up and carols sing,
Trees are dressed with candy canes,
Lights and tinsel, popcorn chains.
Everywhere, you’ll see the holly.
Without a doubt – Starsky’s jolly!

On the streets, the homeless try
Finding shelter, keeping dry,
Dirty faces, lonely eyes,
Hoping for the gift of smiles.
Their suffering is all too much
And helps to make a grumpy Hutch.

A helping hand is deserved;
Doors thrown open, hot meals served;
Blond and brunet, side by side,
Help to cheer this Christmas tide.
They’re sharing Christmas, Starsky and Hutch,
Because gifts of friendship mean so much.

‘Round the world, angels winging
Seeking joy, care and giving,
Spying thoughtful love and pity
On the streets of our Bay City:
This simple seasonal reminder
To leave the world a little kinder.

December 18th- A Piece of Cake by hardboiledbaby

“Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.”

— Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery

“Buttermilk, buttermilk,” Hutch muttered under his breath as he scanned the grocery’s cold case shelves. “Buttermilk, where are you?”

A half-stifled giggle made him turn his head. A woman was watching him, head cocked and eyebrow raised.

“Buttermilk? You don’t look like the buttermilk-drinking type,” she said. Her tone was teasing, but her flirty smile and the assessing gleam in her eyes clearly telegraphed her interest.

Hutch gave her a polite smile and noncommittal shrug, then turned back to resume his search, but the woman was undeterred by his lack of response. She moved closer, and Hutch caught a whiff of Shalimar. Continue reading “December 18th- A Piece of Cake by hardboiledbaby”