About you

Hi. It’s me.

This is what I look like when I think of you.

Trying to get help from the Big Rock

I was feeling troubled and went out to talk with the Big Rock.

The Big Rock said, “What is bothering you, my son?”

I said, “I don’t know…I…I just…I don’t know.”

The Big Rock said, “If you did know, what would you say is bothering you?”

I said, “That question bothers me.”

The Big Rock said, “Good, now we’re getting somewhere. What bothers you about the question?”

I said, “Well, it makes me feel bad about not knowing what’s bothering me.”

The Big Rock, “Great, problem solved.”

I got frustrated and walked away. I came upon a mouse who was nibbling on a bread crumb.

The mouse said, “Would you like some crumb?”

I said yes. I sat down and the mouse handed me the crumb. I nibbled on it. I began to feel better.

Remembering our trip to the North Pole

Hi.

I was thinking about you.

I was remembering that time you and I took that trek to the North Pole.

It was your idea, and I like to support you.

We flew up to Ellesmere Island, in Baffin, Canada. Then we rented a boat, and traveled north across the Arctic Sea. On the way we came across a family of seals, called The Wortmores. They had never been on a boat. We invited them on. They road with us for a good two hours, till we got to where they said was an excellent area to catch and eat squid and rockfish.

They got out, we said our goodbyes, and you and I traveled another hour or so till we reached the polar icecap. We anchored the boat, got out, and, heavily layered and coated, walked the three hours to the North Pole.

When we got there, you created a dance called the, Really, This Is It?! and danced around the actual pole. I clapped in accompaniment.

The Ziggurat of Ur

I am spending Christmas visiting the Ziggurat of Ur. It is located in the Dhi Qar Province of Iraq.

I come here every Christmas. I don’t know why.

My family doesn’t understand. They want to know why. I tell them like I told you in the last paragraph, “I don’t know.”

I took the tour again today. It’s the 14th time I’ve taken the tour. I don’t know what the tour guide says because she is speaking in Arabic.

I’ll be coming back home tomorrow. My family will be picking me up at the airport. I’m anticipating that they will still be upset with me.

The night before Christmas

God: It’s the night before Christmas. Aren’t you going to ask me for all the presents that you want tomorrow?

Brooks: I kind of really don’t want any presents this year.

God: When you say, “Kind of really,” does that mean you really do, but you don’t want me to think you’re all materialistic and greedy?

Brooks: Well, if you’re going to ask and answer all the questions, what’s the point of my even being here?

God: Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?

Brooks: I guess.

God: I got you an early present. Do you want to see? I think you’re gonna like it.

Brooks: What is it?

God: Really?

Brooks: Well, yeah, I mean, yeah, now I do.