Conversation – 15

Cherie,

I am sending you some snow for Cali. My god please be safe.
I don’t know what else to say. I prey your friend will be fine.

Try to have a good day. Prayers to Cali. ♥

Bassetbabe,
You always bring a brightness to my day. I love your spirit! Just a little thank you for being you! ♡♡♡

Cherie,
Prayers are coming your way for your safety. Our special girl and her family must be safe. Also…everyone that is affected by this. I love your kind heart. ♡♡♡

Love Ya Shebs! ♡♡♡

Such a beautiful picture,Cherie.Merry Christmas to you too.

Sheba,I so enjoy your beautiful pictures of lights everywhere,Christmas songs and stories.Thank you for the Christmas spirit you bring here.

I hope your loved ones are feeling better this week.My thanks to you for all the sweet posts for Meme and thanks to Cherie too.I know it helps her to know that we care.

Cherie,I have worried about you with the fires I see on the news. I hope you and your friends stay safe.Prayers for you and them.

..You are right,our temps are supposed to get very cold ,especially next week.. .Rain and chances of snow right now..Go 50 miles N of us and often they get pretty snow but in the Winter ours is ice,which I hate.I hope cold air and precip do not collide this weekend.

Hi also to Taci,mcpoopoo,Tamrick and I hope to see Loaf soon.Hope I forgot no one.

A good Friday to everyone.(smile)

How cute that is.He can help deliver my presents anytime.

I had to laugh at this.LOL.Sure applies to me never having enough.

Sheba … Thank You for your well wishes for Cherie’s safety. This fire is devastating and its starting to get too close to a few of our friends. One has the fires coming towards her home on both sides. They evacuated voluntarily with the kids, doggies, and the shirts on their backs. I will not watch the T.V. coverage … It upsets Cherie way too much and I won’t sleep at all. Sheba …. Cherie and kids are loving your Christmas stories and pictures … Thanks. Cherie loves your Heidi pics, did you put then on your Santa Wish List? … Night-Nite Sheba♥ …. Night ALL

The Christmas Ball

by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman

THE fiddlers were scraping so cheerily, O,
With a one, two, three, and a one, two, three,
And the children were dancing so merrily, O,
All under the shade of the Christmas-tree.

O, bonny the fruit on its branches which
grows!
And the mistletoe bough from the ceiling hung!
The fiddlers they rosined their squeaking
bows,
And the brave little lads their partners
swung.

Oh, the fiddlers they played such a merry tune,
With a one, two, three, and a one, two, three,
And the children they blossomed like roses
in June,
All under the boughs of the Christmas-tree.

And the fiddlers were scraping so merrily, O,
With a one, two, three, and
a one, two, three;
And the children were dancing so cheerily, O,
All under the shade of the
Christmas-tree—

The girl-fairy in cobweb frock.
When, all of a sudden, a fairyland crew
Came whirling airily into the room,
As light as the fluffy balls, they flew,
Which fly from the purple thistle-bloom.

There were little girl-fairies in cobweb frocks
All spun by spiders from golden threads,
With butterfly-wings and glistening locks,
And wreaths of dewdrops around their heads!

There were little boy-fairies in jewelled coats
Of pansy velvet, of cost untold,
With chains of daisies around their throats,
And their heads all powdered with lily-gold!
The boy-fairy in jewelled coat.

The fiddlers they laughed till
they scarce could see,
And then they fiddled so cheerily, O,
And the fairies and children around the tree,
They all went tripping so merrily, O.
The fiddlers they boxed up their fiddles all;
The fairies they silently flew away;
But every child at the Christmas ball
Had danced with a fairy first, they say.

So they told their mothers—and did not you
Ever have such a lovely time at your play,
My boy and my girl, that it seemed quite true
That you’d played with a fairy all the day?

A Letter from Santa Claus
By Mark Twain

Palace of Saint Nicholas in the Moon Christmas Morning

My Dear Susy Clemens,

I have received and read all the letters which you and your little sister have written me . . . . I can read your and your baby sister’s jagged and fantastic marks without any trouble at all. But I had trouble with those letters which you dictated through your mother and the nurses, for I am a foreigner and cannot read English writing well. You will find that I made no mistakes about the things which you and the baby ordered in your own letters–I went down your chimney at midnight when you were asleep and delivered them all myself–and kissed both of you, too . . . . But . . . there were . . . one or two small orders which I could not fill because we ran out of stock . . . .

There was a word or two in your mama’s letter which . . . I took to be “a trunk full of doll’s clothes.” Is that it? I will call at your kitchen door about nine o’clock this morning to inquire. But I must not see anybody and I must not speak to anybody but you. When the kitchen doorbell rings, George must be blindfolded and sent to the door. You must tell George he must walk on tiptoe and not speak– otherwise he will die someday. Then you must go up to the nursery and stand on a chair or the nurse’s bed and put your ear to the speaking tube that leads down to the kitchen and when I whistle through it you must speak in the tube and say, “Welcome, Santa Claus!” Then I will ask whether it was a trunk you ordered or not. If you say it was, I shall ask you what color you want the trunk to be . . . and then you must tell me every single thing in detail which you want the trunk to contain. Then when I say “Good-by and a merry Christmas to my little Susy Clemens,” you must say “Good-by, good old Santa Claus, I thank you very much.” Then you must go down into the library and make George close all the doors that open into the main hall, and everybody must keep still for a little while. I will go to the moon and get those things and in a few minutes I will come down the chimney that belongs to the fireplace that is in the hall–if it is a trunk you want–because I couldn’t get such a thing as a trunk down the nursery chimney, you know . . . .If I should leave any snow in the hall, you must tell George to sweep it into the fireplace, for I haven’t time to do such things. George must not use a broom, but a rag–else he will die someday . . . . If my boot should leave a stain on the marble, George must not holystone it away. Leave it there always in memory of my visit; and whenever you look at it or show it to anybody you must let it remind you to be a good little girl. Whenever you are naughty and someone points to that mark which your good old Santa Claus’s boot made on the marble, what will you say, little sweetheart?

Thought I would repeat this one. I love this Peanuts story more then ever. ♥

Retrieved from A Charlie Brown Christmas:

“I guess you were right, Linus. I shouldn’t have picked this
little tree,” said Charlie Brown. “Everything I do turns into
a disaster. I guess I don’t really know what Christmas is
all about. Isn’t there anyone who knows what Christmas
is all about?”

“Sure, Charlie Brown, I can tell you what Christmas is all about,”
said Linus. [Linus walks to center stage.]

“Lights, please.”

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding
in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them,
and the glory of the Lord shone round about them:
and they were sore afraid.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold,
I bring you good tidings of great joy,
which shall be to all people.

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour,
which is Christ the Lord.

And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe
wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the
heavenly host praising God, and saying,

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace,
good will toward men.

–Book 42, Luke (002:08-14)
The Bible, King James Version

[Linus picks up his blanket and shuffles off-stage.]

@mcpoopoo and Cherie ♥