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Merry, Happy, Oh Hell, Have a Great Festivus Day!

Hello there people! Merry Eve before Christmas Eve.

I received my second new tree decoration today in the mail! My blogging friend Marlene over at insearchofitall sent me a Christmas card with a beautiful white lace ornament! Thank you so much Marlene, now maybe next year I’ll have a tree to put it on. I also received cards from my great friends Maddie and tiny! Thank you all ladies you made my Christmas so much brighter.

Here we are just going to have a fairly quiet Christmas. Christmas eve, we have no plans. I’ll be here on the internet, in-between making Ambrosia salad and prepping the huge chicken for Christmas dinner on Christmas day.

No turkey for us, but we got this big ole chicken from a farm outside of the city. It’s fat and I just know it’s going to taste great. I’ll stuff it and have all the sides with it too. We have a good friend coming over with his little family. So Christmas day spent with a two-year old who likes to steal. Ah the joys of Christmas. hahaha! I will have to write about my little kleptomaniac friend someday.

Until then on with the celebrations!



Festivus ~~ (Via Wikipedia)  A well-celebrated parody, has become a secular holiday celebrated on December 23 which serves as an alternative to participating in the pressures and commercialism of the Christmas holiday season.  Originally a family tradition of scriptwriter Dan O’Keefe, who worked on the American sitcom Seinfeld, the holiday entered popular culture after it was made the focus of a 1997 episode of the program.  The holiday celebration, as it was shown on Seinfeld, includes a Festivus dinner, an unadorned aluminum Festivus pole, practices such as the “Airing of Grievances” and “Feats of Strength,” and the labeling of easily explainable events as “Festivus miracles. The episode refers to it as “a Festivus for the rest of us”, referencing its non-commercial aspect. It has also been described as a “parody holiday festival” and as a form of playful consumer resistance. Some atheists advocate Festivus because of its lack of religious significance, and have joined other celebrants in erecting Festivus poles alongside public displays of the crèche of Christmas and the menorah of Hanukkah.

Why Festivus has become popular, no one really knows. Some suggest because it is a fun celebration, free from the boundaries of religion and commercialization, especially appealing to those of faith groups who do not have a celebration in December. To others, it is just a fun, quirky, nonsensical reason to party with friends and family. In recent years, Festivus has taken on a life of its own. Some families have adopted December 23 as the date for their annual family reunion, when family and friends gather together for a feast and celebration, just for the fun of it.

Roots Day ~~ Celebrate your genealogy, as today is Roots Day.  It’s a great day to celebrate your heritage. Many of us are returning to our roots today, as we head home for Christmas. Returning to our roots is a warm, cozy and comfortable feeling, a sense of belonging to most people. I know there are some that would rather not go home to their roots. For those of you that feel that way I say make your own roots. That way you will be happy with your roots and so will your children. Nothing wrong with that.


Again we have a very short list. So I thought I would leave you with this poem. No I didn’t write it, but I sure wish I did! Enjoy!

Twas The Month After Christmas

Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.

The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste.
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.

When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).

I’d remember the marvelous meals I’d prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,

The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.”

As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt —

I said to myself, as I only can
“You can’t spend a winter disguised as a man!”

So–away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruitcake, every cracker and chip

Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
Till all the additional ounces have vanished.

I won’t have a cookie–not even a lick.
I’ll want only to chew on a long celery stick.

I won’t have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.

I’m hungry, I’m lonesome, and life is a bore —
But isn’t that what January is for?

Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

– Anonymous