Friday, December 24, 2010

Merry Christmas!

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!
I used to be able to recite this poem, the entire poem, with no mistakes. I can pretty much do it now, but have to cue myself here and there. I remember sitting in grade school, watching this 'movie' done with puppets (you could see the strings if you watched closely) in the cafeteria in the week before Christmas. All the classes were called in and we watched like an assembly. Also, on the movie list was one of the Nativity. I was in public school...but those were the days when we sang 'My Country Tis of Thee' after the pledge and my 1st grade teacher even said a prayer every morning after that, so that we could pray for a good day of learning and for the troops in Vietnam. Her husband was overseas and her son was in our class. Strange, but nobody thought it was out of the ordinary for us to begin our day in that manner.
This year, my Mom asked that each one of us tie a yellow ribbon for the soldiers serving overseas and at home. We did and we do...think of you/them often. Thank you for your service and your sacrifice so that we can do this...write about whatever pops into our heads without fear. It is our right to speak of freedom, whether it's about writing of our beliefs, our religion or following our dreams. I thank you and my family thanks you, from the bottom of our hearts.
Merry Christmas...from my house to yours, may you be happy and safe this holidays season...**Tami

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Serenity Sunday...week 77

(From my favorite quote garden: Northern Exposure)
CHRIS STEVENS: Season's Greetings, everybody, from KBHR, the heart and soul of Cicely, Alaska. This is Chris In The Morning. From where I'm sitting, I've got a great view of all the yuletide decorations going up all over town. That's right, everywhere I turn my head I see ebony birds roosting for the holidays. You know, twinkling colored lights are nice, and so are plastic Santas and reindeers and manger scenes, but I'll tell you something, friends... nothing like the sight of beautiful black-as-pitch raven to get you in the Christmas spirit.
These past 2 weeks have been a winter wonderland around here. We have set and broken more snowfall records than I care to remember. Driving has been iffy at best, most mornings, but in our usual Central NY way, we find a way around the weather, get to work and make our way to the destination that we had planned. Not much holds us down here...the plow drivers work 'round the clock to make sure that we are safe and the roads are clear.
Rarely do we have a whole city shut-down. The schools may close for a day, cancel after school activites or delay the start of the day...but we get through it and are better for it. Yes, we get several feet of gets cold and we sometimes curse the winter, but rarely does it come with devastation or destruction. We don't have to rebuild or restructure our lives because of it. We can plow it, shovel it or wait for it to melt. It does not own us, we own's only a season, it lasts a couple of months and then it's gone for another year.
Enjoy your winter...whatever it may be... Tami

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Serenity Sunday...week 76

This is what it's like to live in Syracuse in the winter. There are tons of YouTube videos from this week, but of the ones I've seen, this depicts it best. We gripe about it, curse it, in some cases, detest it...but then the quiet serene beauty of the snowfall captures our imagination and it becomes a beautiful painting of white. We are way above average in our snow totals already and it's only been a week of snowfall. Here, without further the feature of the week...YouTube video of the snow capitol of the country (cities of over 100 thousand residents) after our first snowfall for Winter 2010...

**personal was miserable driving this past week and might be again this all the safe and stay warm! Oh, and keep your eyes open for the for photos of our Christmas Open house from a couple of weeks ago. The post should be up today or tomorrow!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Serenity Sunday...week 75

Another great quote from one of my favorite TV shows "Northern Exposure". This is from Chris, the radio DJ/Philosopher character regarding the first snowfall of the season.

Chris: Oh the snow the beautiful snow filling the sky and earth below. Over the house tops and over the streets, over the heads of people you meet. Dancing flirting skimming along. Oh the snow the beautiful snow how the flakes gather and laugh as they go. Whirling about in their maddening fun it plays in its glee with everyone. Chasing laughing hurrying by it lights on the face and sparkles the eye. And even the dogs with a bark and a bound snap at the crystals that eddy around. The town is alive and its heart in a glow to welcome the coming of beautiful snow. Bon Hiver Cicely.
***This weekend marks the first real measurable snowfall in the Syracuse area, especially in my town, Jamesville. This photo was taken last December and has been untouched. It looks like a black & white photo that has been enhanced to show the red, white and blue of the flag, but honestly folks, it is exactly as I took it. It looks like that a lot around here all winter. Just black and white or shades of it. You get used to's really kind of pretty.
Last night was the 'Light Up Jamesville' celebration here in town. It's the night that the town tree is lit and Santa comes to town. All the shops stay open until 8pm and the Christmas carolers wander through town and make sure they stop at every shop and gathering of people. It's really quite nice. I was at the shop, working. Lots of new faces and some that we know, stopped in for a little hot mulled cider and a peek at the Christmas decorations. It was fun, I never miss it. Other than our first night of the 'Open House' at the shop, it's my favorite time to work.
Enjoy your Serenity Sunday! and keep Christmas in your heart.....


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