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Meet-and-Greet with the 2020 Thunderbird Models: Isabella B., Lizeth M., Stephanie J., Jason S., Sarah D., Manthana Y., Gabriela P. and 98th Miss Gallup Inter-Tribal Indian Ceremonial Queen Autumn Pilcher, at Thunderbird Supply Co. Super Sale. The models and queen handed out free autographed calendars and posters for a donation to the Community Pantry and Hope Garden.

My Religion

By Blaise Chavez

DRIBBLE, SHOOT, DINK, REBOUND!

DO IT AGAIN!

DRIBBLE, SHOOT, DINK, REBOUND!

DO IT AGAIN!

DRIBBLE, SHOOT, SWISH, INBOUND!

DO IT AGAIN!

ON THE COURT, ALL IS WELL

WITH MY SOUL!

By Hamilton Charley

By Jay John

By Karthik Anandan By Kathleen Heisch

A Letter For No One

By Marcus Martza

Dearest love, Each waking moment, I hear the melodious lull of your name frolicking through the halls in this retired stone prison we called home. O, how my senses yearn for the tender gaze you send even into the darkest shallows with a glance, mirrors reflecting the sea or the overpowering scent of spices my nostrils crave as the breeze waltzes away from my heart, into the ocean. These constant memories we’ve made haunt my mind, resigning any notion of sanity. I long for a day I will see you once more, alas the depths of the ocean own your heart. Our children, once curious for your name, no longer regard your existence, bringing an immense sorrow to my bones. Yet, I shall live on, as you commanded the night our embrace separated. We shall meet once more, I do know this, for one memory remains in my heart of the day you said “I love you.”

Truly yours, Forevermore

By Erin Michael Bulow

Orion by MB By Ashley Johnson

MB is a Diné artist from Mariano Lake, NM. She is 11 years old and had been creating art since she was 2 years old. She has received awards at SWAIA in Santa Fe and the Autry Museum Native Arts Market in Los Angeles.

Coffee Art By Cobin Bo Willie

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rescue plumbing

Innocents Of A Water Dance By Daniel Zuni

By Breawnna Wunder

–Palacios The Christmas Within

It was a brisk, slightly chilly day when Jonathan started his walk to town. He had been thinking, for the past couple of days, what to do to gain the Christmas spirit. He had had numerous thoughts about various gifts to buy for his relatives, but nothing stood out in particular as something which reflected true caring. As he walked, the sun shone on him and his mind went back to his father, who had died many years before. He remembered some of the precepts, which his father had taught him. His father was a good and kind person and those lessons had been etched in his memory.

One of the first, which he recalled was, “Do good to those who hate you.” Another was, “Bless those who curse you.” And another, “Pray for those who mistreat you.” Finally, he thought about one which had most influenced him, “Give to everyone who asks of you, and from those who take what is yours, do not demand it back.” He knew these were from the Bible, and yet, his father always shared them with him, much as if it were a passing comment.

As he approached town, he noticed a homeless person. He remembered further, his father saying, ”See, people whose lives fit in a bag. Give to those in need." Jonathan stopped the elderly woman who was carrying her life’s belongings in a knapsack on her back. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a $20 bill to give to her. She looked astonished first, as if she questioned why this stranger stopped her. Second, as she looked again, as if she were trying to blink back tears, Jonathan told her as he gave her the $20, “Here, may you have a better, and hopefully, a Merry Christmas.” She stood there looking at the $20 bill and at Jonathan as he walked on. Somehow, the sun seemed to shine a little warmer.

"Dad," he thought to himself, "was a kind and generous man. He gave to many, and he seemed to walk lighter on this earth than the rest of us. Perhaps," Jonathan thought, "that’s where the true meaning of Christmas comes from - to give without seeking in return, to give from the heart. To give that you might lighten someone else’s load.”

“I miss Dad,” he thought to himself. On the other side of the street, he noticed a man walking in a flimsy t-shirt. Certainly, he thought it’s not warm enough to be out in weather like this without a jacket.

Jonathan crossed the street and hailed the man who looked up with the same expression as the lady had before. He stopped the man, took off his jacket, and gave it to him. He reached into his pocket for another $20 bill and told the man to take it and get himself a meal. The man took the money, and then held Jonathan’s hands in both of his. He kept rubbing Jonathan’s hands saying, “Thank you, thank you!” Jonathan walked on, but now the warmth he felt did not come from the sun, it came from within. Jonathan being a heavy and muscular fellow did not need the jacket compared to the frail man he had just given his jacket to.

As Jonathan continued his long walk back home, he reflected on things we might do differently to develop and maintain the spirit his father had always exhibited.

He also thought about things to do on a regular basis as he started the New Year:

• Reflect on gifts from God which I may not have been aware of; •Put myself in God’s power every day; •Recognize and appreciate the blessings given to me today; •Reflect on “What is God’s desire for me.”

Jonathan thought to himself, "I remember your words, Dad: 'If we grow disheartened at our failures, spiritual or personal, we are living in the past or the future. Live in the present. If you have failed, start over, but stay in the present.'" As Jonathan opened the gate to his home, he felt the spirit of Christmas within him and was prepared to share it with his family.

It is an argument that has lasted since the 1980s. That is when we stopped buying singles on 45s and started buying cassettes. Some purists never got rid of their record players and still believe that is the only way to listen to music. Quintana’s Music Center located on Coal Avenue in downtown Gallup is your local source for vinyl. Not only do they have a wide selection of records, but they have all the accessories to play and enjoy your new collection. Quintana’s Music Center also has a large selection of musical instruments. Whether you need something for your school band or are wanting to start your rock band, you will find what you need at Quintana’s. Plus, you don’t need to worry if you don’t know how to play your new electric guitar because you can get your lessons at Quintana’s. They also provide lessons for the piano and violin. The selection of name brand instruments is impressive. You will find the store filled with Fender, Peavey, Dean, Jackson and Ibanez products. Quintana’s will also service your new instrument so you can keep playing. If you haven’t been shopping for your music needs at Quintana’s, then start supporting your local music store. Quintana’s Music Center 223 W Coal Ave 505-863-5577

Forward Stalemate

By TJ Wood

A step of thought goes for a walk And sullenly knows what must be thought. Of what was said Of what was done - And why night became a friend.

Of said. He eyes the horizon, hazy and full, and stares ahead unable to see why he said. Of done. He eyes the moon, lazy but bright, and whispers alone unable to say why he did. - And of night. He eyes the sidewalk, cracked and laced with lines, and finds his path lain with sleeping trees unable to shake the dark - a friend.

Shell Bracelet On Shimasani By Kristina Bitsue

By Kelly Stapp

Grey Day’s Rain

By Cobin Bo Willie

By Lisa Begay

Can’t you see I’m hurting without you and I suffer near you, I always miss you I want to hold you and protect you from what’s been done to me Your voice makes me smile, then it breaks me down like nothing else I loose it all, loose myself to myself and still you’re there for me I’m so confused, love and hate has always been the same to me, same smile, same grin Such a stranger to how you smile with the way you look at me as I look at you Can this grey day last forever where I dreamt of you and I The way you laugh with me makes me cry when your not around Please can I stay with you and tell you everything about the nothing I feel I am Another night wasted if I don’t hear your voice, if I don’t see you missing me the way I miss you May I hold you like in our dream and tell you what I need to tell you now Again I run to the hell that keeps me safe, its all I know, it’s all I want to know Your changing me, a new destiny, forever light I thought was gone I don’t want everything, I don’t need everything, just you and how you’re honest with me It’s a sin that I can’t wake next to you, I’m drowning more as you’re not near If we go down, let’s go down together, we’ll smile together through it, it’s only pain A blessed burden blessing branded beaten scars I bare that never bothered you It’s no longer scary that these feelings don’t scare me anymore With each step to you the pain subsides and away from you the wounds say hello It be a wish come true to hold you in the grey day’s rain to a midnight stroll hand in hand Whisper secrets in the dark, I’m guided by the hate and you by the light The perdition has provided purpose with a honest mask where I found myself not longer crying Each day the cold morning air reminds me you trust me to tell me why you’re scared and cry Thank you for allowing me to help you and eventually smiling with me