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Posted on 11/30/2009 9:30:13 PM PST by JustAmy
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The swinging doors at Amy's Place swing open and fewz comes in singing a song to the tune of: I Don't Believe You've Met My Baby
I can't... believe you et my gravy.
You looked at him... You looked at me.
I got... prepared to flee or pee.
As he stomps the snow off of his boots the juke box begins to play: Christmas Times A Comin'
While the song is playing, he walks over to the jukebox and begins searching for a song. He finds a song, drops a 1955 nickel into the coin slot and punches the button. He is walking toward the bar when the current song ends, the jukebox begins to play: Here Comes Santa Claus
He observes several of the ladies sitting at a table engaged in animated conversation so he approaches their table to say hello.
The juke bax starts playing: I want a Hippopotamus For Christmas
As he draws closer he sees that they are watching a video on a laptop. They are watching a video of jaycee singing a song when she was young and spelled her name Jaycie. Mary Did You Know
After saying hello fewz once again heads toward the bar as the juke box starts playing: The Christmas Song
We have had the most beautiful big snow since I can’t remember when. It started about noon yesterday and poured down into the night. It has stopped us dead in our tracks. But it is gorgeous!! I took pics but haven’t loaded them yet. The weather man was 100 percent right this time..LOL!
If we don’t get anymore, it will be clear enough to drive tomorrow. A few are going out this afternoon, mostly men. I don’t drive in it!!
Fewz, this is really cute! I had to go through all the songs before I answered. You did a real good job and I enjoyed the music very much! That cat fight was something else, huh? Wow!! One finally tip toed lightly away....he had all he wanted from that cat. Cute~~!!
The Story of Mistletoe
Sweet emblem of returning peace, the heart's full gush and loves release,
Spirits in human fondness flow and greet the pearly mistletoe.
Oh! Happy tricksome time of mirth, giv’n to the stars of sky and earth!
May all the best of feeling know, the custom of the mistletoe.
Married and single, proud and free, yield to the season, trim with glee:
Time will not stay ... he cheats us so ... A kiss? ... ‘tis gone ... the mistletoe.
The poem above was written in December, 1826, and last line refers to the custom of plucking a berry every time a kiss was stolen beneath the kissing bough. Once the berries were gone, the kissing was over. By Victorian times, the kissing bough was quite a complex construction. Five circles of wire were joined together to form a globe, and evergreens were bound around the wires. Apples were hung in the center and there could also be candles fixed. A large bunch of mistletoe was hung beneath. It could also be decorated with paper flowers. As there would be few flowers available in December in England, paper flowers might have been popular Christmas decorations. The mistletoe bough from 1794, however, is simply tied up and hung from the ceiling.
Mistletoe or “the golden bough” was held sacred by both the Celtic Druids and the Norseman. Once called “Allheal,” it was used in folk medicine to cure many ills. North American Indians also used it for toothaches, measles and dog bites. Mistletoe was the plant of peace in Scandinavian antiquity. If enemies met by chance beneath it in a forest, they laid down their arms and maintained a truce until the next day. In parts of England and Wales farmers would give the Christmas bunch of mistletoe to the first cow that calved in the New Year. This was thought to bring good luck to the entire herd.
Vikings dating back to the eighth century believed that mistletoe had the power to raise humans from the dead, relating to the resurrection of Balder, the god of the summer sun. Balder had a dream that he was going to die. His mother, Frigga, the goddess of love and beauty, was frantic about his dream and said that if he died, everything on Earth would die. To ensure her son's safety, Frigga went to all of the elements (air, fire, water and earth, as well as to all of the animals and plants) and asked them not to kill Balder. In the same way a child would be heckled these days if his mother asked kids not to pick on her child, Balder was teased and had things thrown at him. It was thought that, because of his mother's power, he was immune to harm.
When I opened your "Here Come's Santa Clause" one, I thought of this picture:
LOL..Love it!
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LOL. I’m a “DITTO” guy myself. We don’t put many, if any, lights outside.
BTW I noticed beaucoup spelling errors after I posted. I thought I checked it but guess I didn’t.
Lamh Foistenach Abu!
..Wow..It’s 58 and sunny here..Happy ‘bout that as I came home from Houston today..nice weather for a drive.
Lamh Foistenach Abu!
Now, here's one for everyone
who thinks it's "CATur Day"...
A DAY NAMED AFTER THEM
Like cats get!
You are near DC..and I know you are really getting hit!
;o)
Thank you to Everyone for the Neat Pics, Posts, and Links. Goodnight, and God Bless.
Duke University’s basketball fans are known as “Cameron Crazies.” When Duke plays archrival North Carolina, the Crazies are given these instructions: “This is the game you’ve been waiting for. No excuses. Give everything you’ve got. Cameron [Stadium] should never be less than painfully loud tonight.” Clearly, Duke fans take allegiance seriously.
The songwriter of Psalm 100 took his allegiance to the Lord seriously and wanted others to do the same. “Make a joyful shout to the Lord!” he exclaimed (v.1). His people were to freely express their praise to Him because He was the covenant God of Israel, the God over all other so-called gods. They were called to focus all their energies on Him and His goodness.
God’s goodness and grace should motivate us to freely express our love and allegiance to Him with shouts of joy. This may mean that those who are more reserved must push back the boundaries of restraint and learn what it means to be expressive in their praise to God. Those who are so expressive that they miss the beauty of silence may need to learn from those whose style is more reflective.
Worship is a time to focus on our Creator, Redeemer, and Shepherd, and celebrate what He has done.
Yorkie! This made my day! I thought I would come in and say a quick " Good Morning " to you all, and my eyes landed on this photo!!!! Hubby loved it too!
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Good Morning Mayor... amazing how we often go to God with our needs and forget to stop and praise Him for who He is!
Polly
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