“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
To All My Blogging Friends, Here's Hoping Your Christmas is ANYTHING but BLUE!
What can I say, Farmer? Other than the sheepish (and PC!) "you shouldn't have". I would have notified you earlier but someone goofed on the address slightly, so it was delivered to a neighbour who didn't know what to do. The mystery was solved an hour ago.
I'll be drinking to your health tonight.
Have a yourself a Mighty Merry Christmas! (It's looking good here too) And may the Pretzeldente candidate of your dreams take the WH from the 'Obummers'.
Have a succulent roast loin of PORK for Christmas. Be sure to put an apple in Porky's mouth before popping him in the oven rubbed with garlic, sage, thyme, and plenty of salt and pepper on a finely diced bed of carrots, celery and onion.
Freezethe knickles and the feet for future pickling.
Happy Times to ALL this Christmas Season. May the Love that is supposed to be born anew each year to reign over us manifest itself in each and every heart, and may the coming New Year be kinder, gentler, and more charitable to all. And above all may greater Understanding grow in our hearts.
Yes, dear children, Santa Claus is real, Even though so many don't agree. Santa lives wherever people feel Sweet and kind in all sincerity, And show their love with understanding gifts, Not gaudy, foolish, merely costly things. The gift of Recognition often lifts A sagging spirit high, and lends it wings. Elves aplenty fashion tokens bright, as Xanadu excursions, jewels and such. If connected well, these brings delight. As Substitutes for love, they're not worth much. The more we spend, sometimes, the less we give. Santa comes to hearts that love to live.
Freud says that the last thing that you see before being castrated is the fetish object that covered it. Will the last thing that a communist see's before being led into the Stolypin car on the way to the Gulag be Santa?
What can I say, Farmer? Other than the sheepish (and PC!) "you shouldn't have". I would have notified you earlier but someone goofed on the address slightly, so it was delivered to a neighbour who didn't know what to do. The mystery was solved an hour ago.
ReplyDeleteI'll be drinking to your health tonight.
Have a yourself a Mighty Merry Christmas! (It's looking good here too) And may the Pretzeldente candidate of your dreams take the WH from the 'Obummers'.
Merry Christmas, Gert! Lift one to your favorite pol for me, too! :)
ReplyDeleteHave a succulent roast loin of PORK for Christmas. Be sure to put an apple in Porky's mouth before popping him in the oven rubbed with garlic, sage, thyme, and plenty of salt and pepper on a finely diced bed of carrots, celery and onion.
ReplyDeleteFreezethe knickles and the feet for future pickling.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Merry Christmas, FJ! ... Gert!
ReplyDeleteSorry FT. Think you and I posted about the same time. A very happy Christmas to you as well! :)
ReplyDeleteHappy Times to ALL this Christmas Season. May the Love that is supposed to be born anew each year to reign over us manifest itself in each and every heart, and may the coming New Year be kinder, gentler, and more charitable to all. And above all may greater Understanding grow in our hearts.
ReplyDeleteAmen!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas y'All! ;)
______ YES SANTA EXISTS ______
ReplyDeleteYes, dear children, Santa Claus is real,
Even though so many don't agree.
Santa lives wherever people feel
Sweet and kind in all sincerity,
And show their love with understanding gifts,
Not gaudy, foolish, merely costly things.
The gift of Recognition often lifts
A sagging spirit high, and lends it wings.
Elves aplenty fashion tokens bright, as
Xanadu excursions, jewels and such.
If connected well, these brings delight. As
Substitutes for love, they're not worth much.
The more we spend, sometimes, the less we give.
Santa comes to hearts that love to live.
~ FreeThinke - The Sandpiper - Christmas, 1995
Freud says that the last thing that you see before being castrated is the fetish object that covered it. Will the last thing that a communist see's before being led into the Stolypin car on the way to the Gulag be Santa?
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