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Happy Holidays Loaf. ♥

Oh Lucy you know not to mess with Snoopy. 🙂

Happy Holidays everyone. ♥

Cherie,

I will be finished by the end of the week. I have to do the outside and that requires
my hubby. 🙂

The indoors in my baby. ♥ I have the Winter Lane Lights that turn colors and lights
of the whole room and it can go outside. 🙂

I always read to my kids before bedtime I know how to tell a story and it helps them
to be better readers. I miss doing that with them. ♥

I will see what else I can come up with. I am missing Loaf. ♥

Hi Sheba,
That is just beautiful. Thank You. You always brighten my day. It is so nice sharing our adventures. So special. It means so much. ♡♡♡

Sheba …. We pull the pictures up on the I-pad and the Kids go Crazy! We have lined up 4 Christmas story movies to watch this weekend! Thank You from the Kids on the Night Before Christmas … The kids took turns reading it. I have a feeling we will be visiting this page a few times! Got Our house Decorated to the Max and this weekend we will be doing our Christmas Cards. Gotta run Night-Nite Sheba♥ … Night ALL

Bassetbabe … I am so glad you are back to your Sweet Self. This flu strain is a rough one, here in Cali I don’t think we have that one here …. yet …. But as our weather starts to dip, here we go.

Mcpoopoo … Hope You are staying warm and well.

Peace Out Peeps! Enjoy your evening and stay warm.♥

I hope you enjoyed the story. 🙂 Taci I hope you got to do your hike. No more cold
for you. Well maybe for Christmas. 🙂

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

4 Loaf and Cherie’s Children and all the children in ourselves. ♥

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

“White Christmas” Bing Crosby

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white