Twas The Nght Before Christmas

Twas the Night Before Christmas is a story familiar to youngsters everywhere.  I remember my Mom reading it to me when I was knee-high to a grasshopper.  You know, memories are funny things, and sometimes they fade or become intertwined with others, creating new memories until you're not sure what you really remember.  This is one of those times for me.

I think I remember making a book, probably out of construction paper, with the words and pictures from my copy of Twas The Night Before Christmas.  I suspect Mom helped me put it together, hole-punched it and bound it with yarn.  I believe this was a Christmas present for Daddy.  So far, I have not found this book as I continue to look through things in the attic, though I hope to come across it one day.

Since I cannot share with you my childhood artwork, I give you this video, which tells the story with the illustrations I think I remember from my book all those years ago.

Merry Christmas from our house to yours.  May you find peace and love in your homes and hearts.

Nursery Rhyme Redo: This Little Piggy

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One little piggy went to market
Two little piggies went to Rome
Three little piggies had a good time
All the little piggies got stoned
But not one little piggy  
followed Mary home
Oh wait...that's another story.
 

Special Delivery

Internet shopping equals boxes and boxes equals a happy cat.  Just another reason to love Christmas! 

Quote of the Week

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I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be. ― Douglas Adams

On our journey through life we encounter many twists and turns and sometimes end up far from what we expected.  In the end, however, life has a way of placing us just where we are supposed to be, whether we realize it at the time or not.

Sticky Business

It's hard to believe another Christmas is almost here.  Another tree carefully selected and decorated.  Gifts ordered with the click of my mouse.  So what is different about this year?  Well, this is the year that my 15 1/2 year old cat started taking insulin.  We have been fortunate to maintain his condition for nearly 3 years with food,  Alas, that time has passed.  Now it is twice daily shots for Rosie B.

He's a good boy and so patient with all of our sticking and pricking.  He, as well as Sophie and Dood, are really enjoying the Christmas tree.  The tree skirt rumpled and covered in cat hair, but I don't mind.  It is as much for them as it is for us.