‘Twas the night 5 days before Christmas…
As we round the corner, with Christmas clearly in sight, I think of the upcoming days with excitement and joy {and yes, sugarplums or any sweet treat, have been dancing through my head}. Our granddaughter, Olivia, will be spending Christmas with us as well as her mommy (Jamie) and daddy/our oldest son (Kyle)! {huge smile}
The front door is dressed and ready to welcome guests…
Wreathes adorn nearly every room, some fragrant fir and some faux pine and berries…
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The pantry is stocked with ingredients required for old favorites and a few new recipes…
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The side board is set with festive serving pieces at the ready. Candles are lit every evening to set the mood of the season…
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The table is set and ready for meals that will fill tummies and make memories for the season…
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Christmas cards have been sent and received…
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The fireplace is laid with logs and ready to warm the room…
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The tree is decorated and presents are wrapped…
Outdoor activities are on hold until after the holiday…
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tin 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, Donder 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 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 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.”
by Clement Clarke Moore
Dear readers/friends, I am taking some time off from Garden, Home and Party to be with my family. I wish you all a happy, healthy Christmas surrounded by loved ones. May 2012 be a very good year for us all!
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