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“The only thing I ever throwback on Thursdays are drinks”
2016 for Throwback Thursday
For this week’s Throwback Thursday, a have chosen some of the best posts of the year 2016.
Enjoy and have a great New Year!
Stuck Between a Poem and a Hard Place
Put Me in a Box, Why don’t You
If There is a Wrong Place and a Wrong Time, I’ll be There
Who is Gun Roswell?
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“Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell, believe in Santa Claus.
Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams.
If you don’t, who will?”
Jon Bon Jovi
A Visit to Santa Claus
The jolly Saint Nick
For some, Father Christmas
To others, Santa Claus
Call him what you will
You will always get your fill
Of happy thoughts and enjoyment
And possibly a nice payment
On Christmas Eve
If you only believe
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All writers have this vague hope that the elves will come in the night and finish any stories”
Neil Gaiman
“Tonttu”
An elf is an elf
Of course of course
Not staying on the shelf
For sure, for sure
Come and join the circle
Even if you are a mere mortal
Tonight the elves are out
And about
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“Christmas isn’t a season.
It’s a feeling”
Edna Ferber
Holiday Season for Throwback Thursday
For this week’s Throwback Thursday, I have chosen a posts dedicated to the Holiday Season: Enjoy!
Happy Holidays to One and All!
Elvis has left the Konebuilding
Elves
“Tonttu”
A Visit to Santa Claus
A Christmas Tale: Can I have some Figgy Puddin’, please
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“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” Charles Dickens
A Christmas Tale: Can I have some Figgy Puddin’, please
The year was 1845. I was about ten years of age and working as a stable girl. Our family lived and worked in Lord Hamilton’s manor house. It was Christmas time and as a gift for the servants, the Lord arranged a feast for the staff and their families.
Mommy had the children dressed in their Sunday best. My two brothers were complaining about the stiffness of the shirts. Starch was itchy and could cause rash, especially if one scratched the itch.
I had my favourite dress on and my younger sister was a bit jealous of the red and green colouring. She was wearing a plain blue coloured hand me down.
After all the fuzz and hassle with the wardrobe, the whole family was finally set to go to the main house and start with the Christmas dinner. Us servants would be dining in the large kitchen. Several long tables were brought in with extra seats as well. This wasn’t a large household. With around fifteen servants and their families, well not all had children and spouses, all in all around sixty people in total crammed around the tables. The two cooks had had their hands full with the preparations and naturally every one that could had chipped in.
But now it was time for celebration. Everyone was finally sitting down and getting quiet. After grace the noise level rose again. Food containers were passed around and everyone was filling their respective plates. After all, it wasn’t often we got to eat in this manner and variety.
After a while, everyone had cleared their plates and it was time for dessert. My favourite was the Figgy Pudding. If possible I opted for seconds. As I got my plate of the delicious substance before me, I licked my lips and dug into it with gusto. It did not take too long for the food to disappear from my plate.
My mom looked at me with a smirk. I looked back at her and passing my bowl I asked: “Is there any Figgy Puddin’ left?”
I was smiling widely, feeling exhilarated, when the bowl was passed back to me with an other helping.
When the final bits were eaten, it was time for the traditional sing along. The farmhand brought out his accordion and after the first few tunes, we all joined in. The evening was spent singing, chatting and finally picking up the tables. We all went back to our dwellings, thanking the Lord for the special meal.
Merry Pudding and God bless us everyone!
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“Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning.
No one ever said elves are nice.
Elves are bad.”
― Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
Elves
“Tip tap tip tap tipe tipe tip tap”
The stars in the sky shining bright
No one knows where they tread
Dressed in white
Dressed in red
The Holiday Season is upon us
The Elves are all around us
Small or tall
They’re having a ball
Singing along
The holiday’s song
“Tip tap tip tap tipe tipe tip tap”
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“Man, I really love Vegas”
Elvis Presley
Elvis has left the Konebuilding
Jingle bells a-rocking
Elvis comes a-knocking
Gold lamé suit
Dancing to no ones’ flute
A real cool dude
Definitely no prude
Rocking around
The Christmas tree
To a cool sound
And and impish glee
Twist and shout
No time to pout
The jingle bells
Put their spells
Now the rest of us
Mere mortals of dust
Jamming with the king
And wholehearted sing
But oh how time flies
Now it is time to say
Our fondest good byes
Flying back to the skies
“Ladies and Gents,
Elvis, has left the (Kone)building”
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“Laughter is the best revenge for anger” Dalai Lama
I Laugh, There For I Am
Call me crazy
Call me a fool
Or just a simple tool
Laughing, grinning
Face in full leering
Feelings of winning
Life gave you lemons
Or battling with demons
Trying not to worry
Or even feel sorry
For things that cannot change
Rather arrange
Time for a full belly laugh
Several times a day
It isn’t daft
Keeps your mind clear
Throughout the year
When you wake up
Forget the wile
Put on that smile
It is the best make up
Everyone can wear
Which will not tear
Come rain or shine
All will be fine
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“Screw you guys, I’m going home!” Eric Cartman
What Ever!
You were smiling
Feeling charming
And quite beguiling
The sun was shining
This was supposed to be
A great day
For a song or a play
But then it turned out to be
Something else completely
It turned out to be
One of *those days*
Struck you in the face
Run over like a ten ton truck
And disappear without a trace
What the fuck?
Feeling like a schmuck
Completely out of luck
Standing in the rain
Without an umbrella
Almost going insane
And not from singing a cappella
So I say “What ever!”
And take my leave
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“Do more, complain less”
I need a Different Tune to Sing to
Repeat this mantra and you’ll soon believe it
Turning into a complete little shit
“My head is empty, my head is empty, my head is empty,
completely and abso-freaking-lutely empty”
Not one sensible thought passing through
The mind no longer sharp and clever
The neurons and positrons or what ever
Have turned into some kind of inert goo
Head spinning around like being possessed
Just like Linda Blair in the Exorcist
The thought pattern repeating those same old tunes
Feels like running on mere fumes
Stuck and totally out of luck
Like a sitting duck awaiting the slayer
Or a broken needle on a record player
Not adding any new layers
Complaining more and nothing gets done
Seems the mojo is lost and so is all the fun
It is time to change the needle or the record
Even if it takes a lot of effort
Repeating this mantra and soon you will believe
The best proven remedy to achieve
Is to do more and complain less
And in a new tune singing your way out of this mess
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