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Post by Shan on Dec 6, 2006 2:47:51 GMT
Jags and I have been talking and we think it would be fun to do a Christmas Countdown thread. Jags' has found some great poems and I've got some pics, songs, recipes, and other graphics. So come gather round the fireplace in the Chaos study and let's share some fun. Shan and Jags
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Post by Shan on Dec 6, 2006 2:51:20 GMT
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Post by Elliot Kane on Dec 6, 2006 2:53:33 GMT
Cool looking study Looks JUST like mine! No, really! ;D
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Post by Shan on Dec 6, 2006 2:55:03 GMT
First one of my favorite Christmas songs. Little Drummer BoyCome they told me, pa rum pum pum pum A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum, When we come. Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum, On my drum? Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum Me and my drum.
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Post by Venom65437 on Dec 6, 2006 2:56:22 GMT
Are all those presents for me?? ;D
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Post by Shan on Dec 6, 2006 2:57:13 GMT
Cool looking study Looks JUST like mine! No, really! ;D Then you should feel right at home, Elliot. Glad you could join us.
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Post by Shan on Dec 6, 2006 3:03:00 GMT
Yay!!!!! Venom decided to join us too. Can't say all of them are for you Venom. Elliot might get jealous. Tell you what though, I'll make sure you have at least 3 under the tree. How does that sound?
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Post by janggut on Dec 6, 2006 3:22:52 GMT
Christmas in the Olden Time (Sir Walter Scott, 1771-1832) On Christmas-eve the bells were rung; The damsel donned her kirtle sheen; The hall was dressed with holly green; Forth to the wood did merry men go, To gather in the mistletoe. Thus opened wide the baron hall To vassal, tenant, serf and all; Power laid his rod of rule aside And ceremony doffed his pride. The heir, with roses in his shoes, That night might village partner choose; The lord, underogating, share The vulgar game of “Post and Pair.” All hailed, with uncontrolled delight, And general voice, the happy night That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide; The huge hall-table’s oaken face, Scrubbed till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn By old blue-coated serving man; Then the grim boar’s head frowned on high, Crested with bays and rosemary. Well can the green-garbed ranger tell How, when and where the monster fell; What dogs before his death he tore, And all the baitings of the boar. The wassal round, in good brown bowls, Garnished with ribbons, blithely trowls. There the huge sirloin reeked: hard by Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pye; Nor failed old Scotland to produce, At such high-tide, her savory goose. Then came the merry maskers in, And carols roared with blithesome din. If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note, and strong; Who lists may in their murmuring see Traces of ancient mystery; White shirts supplied the masquerade, And smutted cheeks the visors made; But O, wht maskers richly dight, Can boast of bosoms half so light! note: ofcourse this is Christmas in modern Edinburgh ;D *EK, we really need a christmas smilie*
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Post by janggut on Dec 6, 2006 3:25:57 GMT
Old Santeclaus (Clement C. Moore, this poem appeared in "New-Year’s Present to the Little Ones from Five to Twelve," in 1821) Old SANTECLAUS with much delight His reindeer drives this frosty night, O’er chimney-tops, and tracks of snow, To bring his yearly gifts to you. The steady friend of virtuous youth, The friend of duty, and of truth, Each Christmas eve he joys to come Where love and peace have made their home. Through many houses he has been, And various beds and stockings seen; Some, white as snow, and neatly mended, Others, that seemed for pigs intended. Where e’er I found good girls or boys, That hated quarrels, strife and noise, I left an apple, or a tart, Or wooden gun, or painted cart. To some I gave a pretty doll, To some a peg-top, or a ball; No crackers, cannons, squibs, or rockets, To blow their eyes up, or their pockets. No drums to stun their Mother’s ear, Nor swords to make their sisters fear; But pretty books to store their mind With knowledge of each various kind. But where I found the children naughty, In manners rude, in temper haughty, Thankless to parents, liars, swearers, Boxers, or cheats, or base tale-bearers, I left a long, black, birchen rod, Such as the dread command of God Directs a Parent’s hand to use When virtue’s path his sons refuse.
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Post by janggut on Dec 6, 2006 3:32:53 GMT
SNOW (by Paul Leaman, 2004) Snow is a beautiful thing, When on the trees it does cling; Changing their stark fingers from black to white, Shining in the darkness of the night. Snow may come softly, with no sound at all, Other times you can faintly hear it fall; It changes the landscape from drab to white, A transformation from gray to bright. It seems to clean the air coming down, Brings a quaintness to our little town; Turning blue at night with a soft hushed light, Looking out, one has a feeling, everythings alright. Snow, as it falls, is so very clean and pure, Not like our heart and life, so impure; If only we had some where to go, That our hearts could be as white as snow. Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow, This is what the Bible says in Isaiah don't you know; Yes, the blood of Jesus Christ, can wash and cleanse you, If you trust Him and receive Him, and stop seeing what you can do. All religions of the world say do this or that to gain heaven, God tells us, believe in what He has done, and we will be forgiven; Think of it, God sent his Son to die in our place, We're not to try to save ourselves, but just trust in His grace!
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Post by Shan on Dec 6, 2006 4:55:46 GMT
Great poems Jags. The last one is really special. Sometimes we get so tied up in what is going on around us that we tend to forget. Thanks so much for sharing it. I also like the pictures you posted to go with your poems. The pics make them even more special. Doing this makes me wish we could really sing Christmas songs with everybody around the fire. Uh Jags, did you notice that Elliot's got Illyana back. Might have known he couldn't do without her for long. ;D Nice to see her return Elliot. Seems more like you. Edit: corrected the spelling of Illyana. never could remember how to spell her name. in fact, never heard of her until meeting elliot. ;D
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Post by Shan on Dec 6, 2006 5:02:56 GMT
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow Oh the weather outside is frightful But the fire is so delightful And since we've no place to go Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! It doesn't show signsof stopping And I've bought some corn for popping The lights are turned way down low Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! When we finally kiss goodnight How I'll hate going out in the storm! But if you'll really hold me tight All the way home I'll be warm The fire is slowly dying And, my dear, we're still goodbying But as long as you love me so Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
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Post by Elliot Kane on Dec 6, 2006 7:59:04 GMT
Illyana does indeed rule! As you will see in only a few days time, now... ;D
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Post by janggut on Dec 7, 2006 2:32:40 GMT
Blow, blow, thou winter wind (William Shakespeare) Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That does not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. Heigh-ho! sing . . .
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Post by janggut on Dec 7, 2006 2:45:56 GMT
yeah Shan, wish we can all gather round & sing some christmas songs. & the pix u put up are so nice so far. i love the ani gifs.
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Post by Misty on Dec 7, 2006 2:49:49 GMT
You guys always come up with something creative. Great work! Can't wait till see what is to come.
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Post by janggut on Dec 7, 2006 3:09:29 GMT
Now Winter Nights Enlarge (Thomas Campion, 1567-1620) Now winter nights enlarge This number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine, Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine. Now yellow waxen lights Shall wait on honey love While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights Sleep's leaden spells remove. This time doth well dispense With lovers' long discourse; Much speech hath some defense, Though beauty no remorse. All do not all things well: Some measures comely tread, Some knotted riddles tell, Some poems smoothly read. The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys They shorten tedious nights.
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Post by Shan on Dec 7, 2006 5:44:40 GMT
More great poems and pics to go with them, Jags. Guess it is my turn now. Tonight I want to share with you some of my favorite Christmas decorations. These come from a company called Annalee Dolls. My favorties are their Christmas mice and they make really cute scen decorations. I really like this one. Cozy in Bed Mouse
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Post by Shan on Dec 7, 2006 5:45:31 GMT
Christmas Train
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Post by Shan on Dec 7, 2006 5:46:43 GMT
Caroling mice, cute huh? Bunch of Christmas Mice
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