Thursday, December 31, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
I have to say I did receive a lot of compliments on my tree this year. It really turned out prettier than I expected! What do you think?
Here's a nice view of some pretty in pink sparkling bulbs!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care (well, we don't have a mantel so I guess my dresser will do, ha!), 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 (not me of course, I'm blogging!).
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away in 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 (no white Christmas here) gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer!
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!"
*Written by Clement Clarke Moore in 1822.
Happy Christmas to all of you and may Santa make your dreams come true!
Friday, December 18, 2009
I wish all of my Pink Saturday & Blog friends the happiest of holidays! May you share great times, many laughs, much love and of course great food!
Friday, December 11, 2009
This week our task is to describe our favorite Holiday Decoration. Well, I must admit that I don't yet have my decorations up! Moreover, they are not even unpacked yet! It is actually on my "to do" list this weekend. Sooooo..... since I don't have pictures, I guess you'll just have to take my word for it.
My favorite decorations have to be the beautiful tree ornaments that my 18 y.o. triplets made for me as they were growing up. They were reindeer made from Popsicle sticks, adorable cut-outs with their picture attached, and oh so many more. I have kept each and every one! While they may not make it on the tree each year, they are preserved and each year as I decorate I lovingly admire them once more! I will truly cherish them forever.
As least I can leave you with a picture of my "babies." This was taken at their Prom last May.
Have a great weekend!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Happy Pink Saturday, all! This week is of course, a little bit different in that instead of just sharing pink, we are sharing our cherished memories! I have always loved holidays because our family, albeit small, always gathers to share fun, love, and warmth. I would say one of my most cherished memories from childhood is a collection of events, rather than a single event. I grew up with three older brothers and you might imagine what that was like! Everyone always asks if I was "spoiled" being the only girl of the family. The answer is a resounding NO! In fact, my brothers pretty much treated me like I was another brother, ha! Hmmm... I wonder why I am such a "girly, girl?" Probably a bit of rebellion, he, he!
That's Mark ~ circa 1964! What a cutie!