I was never told there was a man on the moon.
Never told it was made of cheese
Or there were aliens on the darkside. (I came from a very matter of fact family).
And so I came up with my own theories
My own myths
Of what the moon was.
Sure I knew the moon was a rock of a proto planet that most likely slammed into our planet while we were still forming and it had contributed to our iron and nickel core and without it we would probably have died a long time ago
But if you’ve ever looked at a full moon on a cool summer night in the California mountains
You know that’s not just a rock.
That’s something else.
So give me the moon if you can.
I’ll take it.
I’m not big on the tangible gifts
But giving me the moon
That’d be the best gift anyone gave me.