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Merry Christmas! ~~ Dec 25

Merry Christmas people! We finally made it to the big day. Hope your Christmas went great and you find peace and happiness.

A few things to announce before I get to the celebrations for today. If you haven’t seen the blogs or posts about C4C yet, well I’m here to inform you what it’s all about. C4C (Company for Christmas) is a wonderful thing that was started last year by rulesofstupid. Now this kind man knew that a lot of bloggers were alone on Christmas and he wanted to do something about it. So he started the blog C4C that just runs during the holidays. It’s a place run by volunteers for people to go to if they get lonely and want to chat.

I am one of those volunteers. I did it last year and I’m doing it again this year. The only thing different is now we have the wonderful and kind-hearted rara from rarasuar manning the helm. My sparkly friend and I and all the other volunteers would like you to know that you can come over anytime and find someone to talk to. It doesn’t have to be serious stuff, in fact it’s usually not. It’s loads of fun, filled with music and laughter. I’ll be there between 2 and 4 pm, but I’ll also be stopping by off and on throughout the day and night.

My room is called JackieP’s Joint. I hope you’ll pop over later this afternoon and say hi!

Second piece of news is more personal. Last month I sent in a short story, “Grandpa and his TV” (500 words) to Canada Writes for a contest called “Bloodlines”.  I didn’t win the main prize unfortunately, but they did enjoy my story. So on December 26, they are publishing it on their website, Canada Writes, their twitter account and their Facebook page! That means my story, which is a true story by the way, will be plastered all over the internet tomorrow! Lots and lots of exposure! Yay me! For me that’s a win!

Now let’s get to those celebrations shall we?

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Christmas ~~ Well I think we all know this one! Hope everyone’s Christmas was wonderful! The history of Christmas goes back at least 4000 years. Although a Christian holiday, many of the traditions associated with Christmas actually have pagan roots. Christians in the Middle East and Europe began to adapt many of these traditions as a way of reducing the impact pagans had on society.

In addition to “Christmas”, the holiday has been known by various other names throughout its history. The Anglo-Saxons referred to the feast as “midwinter”, Or, more rarely, as Nātiuiteð (from Latin nātīvitās below). “Nativity”, meaning “birth”, is from Latin nātīvitās. In Old English, Gēola (“Yule”) referred to the period corresponding to January and December, which was eventually equated with Christian Christmas.  “Noel” (or “Nowell”) entered English in the late 14th century and is from the Old French noël or naël, itself ultimately from the Latin nātālis (diēs), “(day) of birth”.

National Pumpkin Pie Day ~~ Pumpkin Pie Day is honors this festive pie that is enjoyed in mass quantities from Thanksgiving Day until today. Today celebrate by eating an entire pie and mounds of whipped topping (yummy!). Get to baking and make plenty to go around, because you know there is always room for pie.

No “L” Day ~~ Now this one is a tongue in cheek kind of holiday. It seems it was invented by a Bob Birch from the Puns Corp. Say, No “L” Day fast, what do you come up with? haha! A’phabet Day or No “L” Day is for anyone who wants to send written messages, but not Christmas cards via snail mail to their friends. The card should list  all of the letters of the alphabet except the “L.” It’s silly yet fun. Have a go and see what you can do.

And once again I found a silly, funny poem for you to enjoy!

Up On the Desktop, Click, Click, Click!

I’m going to Google Santa Claus.
I’m going to Google him because
He does a lot of kinky stuff
that common sense forbids.
The hat, the sleigh, the biker beard
All strike me as a little weird.
I want to check him out before
I let him near the kids.

I’m going to Google Santa Claus.
His gay apparel gives me pause.
I’ll find out what he smokes
and if he used to be a dame.
I want to know what kind of guy
Goes mushing reindeer through the sky.
I want to know what Vixen did
to earn that kind of name!

And so I’ll Google old Saint Nick
And find out just what makes him tick.
I’ll search his background thoroughly
and learn his every vice.
Old Santa’s in the hot seat now.
He’s had it coming anyhow.
It’s time we knew for certain
If he’s naughty or he’s nice! 

Copyright; Scott Emmons

 

 

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It’s Christmas Eve! ~~ Celebrate! ~~ Dec 24

Merry Christmas Eve, people! Hope you have loads of fun today! If you are still shopping for presents, I hope you find tons of sales! Either way have a wonderful day and evening!

We here in Canada will be having three days of merriment? Ok, maybe two, because the 26th is Boxing Day here and that means commercialism craziness! It’s our version of ‘Black Friday’. It means stores will be running big sales and there will be line ups and tents in front of stores. Me? You’ll find me safely ensconced at home with a nice cup of coffee and slippers on my feet doing what I do best, writing on the old computer.

I’ll be having a relatively quiet Christmas. And it’s not going to be white! Darn it! The one day I want snow it won’t. It’s actually warmed up enough the past two days to melt what snow we had. Then after Christmas and for New Years we’ll probably get a damn blizzard! Eh, it’s all good I don’t go anywhere for New Year’s either. Too many crazies out there.

So let’s get to it shall we? Celebrate!

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Christmas Eve ~~ We all know it’s Christmas Eve. Some parts of the world it may even be Christmas Day all ready. Merry Christmas! Some families have Christmas dinner on Christmas Eve and some attend church services. Traditionally, the last white candle in the center of the Advent wreath is lit on Christmas Eve to symbolize the coming of Christ. Traditions are a big part of the holidays and Christmas Eve is no exception. Every country has their own customs that make this a special holiday.

Enhance a cozy atmosphere with Christmas music and light some candles to welcome your guests. If you have a Scrooge in your family, bribe him with some good food and shower him with love. He’ll be sure to lighten up. Whatever your traditions are, embrace them. They are part of your heritage!

Old family customs are nostalgic but sometimes not practical in this day and age. Try mixing some old traditions with new ones. If you want to be out and about on Christmas Eve, going out to see a holiday movie or a play will serve that purpose and add some holiday cheer. Check in with the personnel at a local nursing home to get an idea of what residents will not have family in town. Pay them a visit and give them a small, useful gift, all in the spirit of Christmas.

National Egg Nog Day ~~ Now you all knew this day had to happen at some point in December, as Egg Nog is the drink of the month. The traditional recipe for eggnog is milk, cream, sugar, beaten eggs, spices, and sometimes alcohol. The type of alcohol depends on the country where it is made. In Europe, eggnog is traditionally made with white wine. Americans drink it with bourbon or rum while Peruvians use pomace brandy and Germans use beer.

And because I’m the good egg (pun intended) that I am I went and found you a decadent egg nog recipe. It has chocolate in it people, white chocolate. Go here for the recipe and enjoy!

Today is another very short list, so I thought I would include this poem from Maxine (of Hallmark fame) in the way of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’. I thought it was funny, hope you do too.

'Twas the night before Christmas
 And all through the house...
 Not a creature was stirring
 since the cat ate the mouse.

 My support hose were hung
 By the chimney with care.
 (I hung them last Christmas
 And just left them there.)

 My dog, Floyd, was nestled
 All snug in his bed,
 After watching the cat rip
 The presents to shreds.

 And I in my long johns
 And ratty night cap
 Had just settled my butt
 For a long winter's nap.

 When out on the lawn
 There arose such a clatter,
 I swore at the window,
 "What the (blank) is the matter?"

 I tore open the window,
 Not a second to tarry,
 All ready to throw
 The noisemaker a berry.

 A bright moon was lighting
 The new-fallen snow...
 And I had a moon of my own
 Set to show.

 Floyd was beside me,
 Paw pointing the way
 Toward eight tiny reindeer
 Hitched up to a sleigh...

 And a little old driver
 So cheery and quick,
 I thought for a moment
 That I would be sick.

 Like a bat out of...you know,
 His reindeer they came,
 And I whistled and shouted
 And called them some names--

 "Hey, Hornhead! Hey, Furface!
 Hey, Weiner and Turkey!
 Yo, Klutzy and Mangy
 And Venison  Jerky!

 Stay off  of my porch!
 Get away from my wall!
 Now hit the road, hit the road,
 Hit the road, all!

 But as pedestrians before
 My old Buick , they fly
 And head for high ground
 With great fear in their eyes,

 So up to my rooftop
 The fleabags they flew,
 With a sleigh full of toys
 And old Fruitcake - Breath too.

 And then, in a twinkling,
 I heard on the roof
 Holes in my new shingles
 Made by each tiny hoof.

 As I reached for my slingshot
 And a marble as well,
 Down the chimney St. Nicholas
 Tumbled and fell.

 He had a huge sack of
 Cheap junk on his back
 And I whispered to Floyd,
    "Be prepared to attack."

 His eyes they were squinting,
 His toy bag was draggin',
 And I felt for a moment
 Like I'd soon be gaggin'.

 He was dressed all in red.
 With a bell on his hat.
 And a belt of black leather
 To hold back the fat.

 A billowing pipe
 He clenched tight in his smile,
 And the smell was like something
 Had been dead for awhile.

 He had a broad face
 And a little round belly
 That shook when I nailed him
 With a handful of jelly.

 He was chubby and plump,
 Well, actually porky,
 And I laughed when I tripped him
 (He looked pretty dorky).

 He was like a beached whale
 Unable to budge.
 And he tasted good , too,
 If the dog was a judge.

 I spoke not a word
 But went straight to my work--
 A noogie, a wedgie,
 A cry of "You jerk!"

 Until laying a finger
 Aside of his nose,
 With a loud cry of "Uncle!"
 Up the chimney he rose.

 He sprang to the sleigh
 And dragged in the toys,
 Then he cried to the reindeer,
 "Get me out of here, Boys!"

 And I had to exclaim
 As a slushball I tossed,
 "Happy Christmas to all,
 And to all a Get Lost!"

 But then, as I turned,
 I saw 'neath the tree
 Two gaily wrapped presents--
 One for Floyd, one for me.

 A big bag of jerky
 Turned Floyd mighty chipper,
 While for me was a pair
 Of brand-new bunny slippers.

 I looked out the window,
 And hovering there,
 Old Santa was winking
 From his sleigh in midair...

 "Merry Christmas, Maxine!"
 He cried, full of cheer,
 "Same to you, Pal!" I answered,
 ("I'll get you next year!")         THE END