Thursday, December 24, 2009

Christmas Eve...

Ah the eve of any special holiday is rampant with anticipation, but none more so than on this prestigious occasion for all those little ones who tried so hard to behave and in all efforts to be good to be realized for the enormous rewards of that positive behavior to be seen by the almighty Claus, the Santa man, the St. of Nick, the Father of Christmas… I could go on but its best for you to see for yourselves and if I don’t say so myself educational for the kiddies too: copy and paste this site to see all the international names of the jolly chubby dear man in the red suit: http://www.christmas-day.org/multiculturism-santas.html
Another site of interest for following Santa’s path to your home: http://www.noradsanta.org/en/track3d.html

Aint technology great! Any-who those littuns should be good for at least a few hours, don’t you think?
We grownups can now think about how not to screw up the special day without using too much planning.
Better to let it all happen naturally and don’t be upset if things aren’t perfect, they never are, and who is perfect anyway! Not me, not you, nobody!
The best thing is to have lotsa fun!
The main thing is that everything is done by now, right?
If not, so you know that you did your best, and that’s all anyone can expect you to do, really.

Back to technology, it enabled me and Hubby again to send off our messages of holiday joy to the ones we care about.
Translation: we emailed Christmas cards from a classy site that we actually had to join and pay money for, but very worth it, and not that dear in price, and made us feel happy about what we sent; the site is copy and paste if interested: http://www.jacquielawson.com/default.asp

We have been using free E-cards for years but whenever anybody sent any from this particular site above that I mentioned we would be blown away by the product sent for years and so we finally joined!

Remember dearies that this is the night before so be a little traditional and read that famous poem, you know the one….”The night before Christmas…” Its one of the freebies in life, and it will mean so much to the children. If not in your hands try this technological miracle I am sure there is a link, nah better yet!

“ Twas the Night before Christmas Poem
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"”

Copy and paste: http://www.carols.org.uk/twas_the_night_before_christmas.htm
For more info and thanks to this site for the poem.

My present to all of you!

And good night to all and to all of you count those blessings and we will too!

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