Conversation – 15

@loaf,

I watched Darlene Love and Bryan Adams on the View sing this song. ♥

Darlene Love Lyrics
“Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)”

The snow’s coming down
I’m watching it fall
Lots of people around
Baby please come home

The church bells in town
All singing in sound
Full of happy sounds
Baby please come home

They’re singing “Deck The Halls”
But it’s not like Christmas at all
‘Cause I remember when you were here
And all the fun we had last year

Pretty lights on the tree
I’m watching them shine
You should be here with me
Baby please come home

They’re singing “Deck The Halls”
But it’s not like Christmas at all
‘Cause I remember when you were here
And all the fun we had last year

If there was a way
I’d hold back this tear
But it’s Christmas day
Please
Please
Please
Please
Baby please come home

@loaf,

Oh I am so happy for you and I know you will wear it well. ♥ Loaf you are such a fashion
queen. Did you see where Bichon18 brought some Betsey Johnson Sunglasses now you
know we love Betsey Johnson. ♥ Loaf with your blonde hair you would look great in
those Sunglasses and Bichon18 will too. 🙂

Happy Heidi Days .♥ Heidi will be here on HSN Today. 🙂

THE BEST CHRISTMAS COLLECTION OF SONGS LOVE DARLENE LOVE TO .SING A SONG IT WILL MAKE YOUR DAY . I JUST BOUGHT LOTS OF IMAN . HER EMBELLISHED SANGRIA SWEATER AND FLORAL BLAZER . LOVE LOAF .I LOVE ELSA AND ANNA TOO.

THE BEST CHRISTMAS COLLECTION OF SONGS LOVE DARLENE LOVE TO .SING A SONG IT WILL MAKE YOUR DAY . I JUST BOUGHT LOTS OF IMAN . HER EMBELLISHED SANGRIA SWEATER AND FLORAL BLAZER . LOVE LOAF .

Oh Yeah Sheba …. Cherie is crazy busy. One would think when you have all year to plan for something it would be more organized …. NOT! Thanks for the Smoothie & Christmas reading goodies! Yup, Le Chef will get a few kitchen things that need to be replaced … But Cherie & kids got him a gift he won’t guess this year. So, I’m Loving my Sporto Shoes and so is MOM! I know you are busy too … I’m waving Sheba♥ … Christmas Count Down ALL!

DID YOU KNOW RONNIE S. MADE A RECORD WITH BILLY JOEL . SAY GOOD BYE TO HOLLYWOOD .

I BOUGHT THE JOY AND IMAN TODAYS SPECIAL IN BLACK . I THOUGHT THE SET WAS GREAT LOOKING .ITS MONDAY NOW . PLEASE HAVE A GREAT DAY SHEBA AND ALL OTHER EARTH ANGELS HERE . I LOVE THAT SONG BY RONNIE SPECTER .

Goodnight to all the children on this Thread. Cherie’s kids, Loaf grandchildren and
Kittengirl grandson. Taci son too. Goodnight kids.

Sleigh Ride
The Ronettes

Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, ring-ting tingle-ing, too
Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling “yoo hoo”
Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we
We’re snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be
Let’s take that road before us and sing a chorus or two
Come on it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we
We’re snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be
Let’s take that road before us and sing a chorus or two
Come on it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman

The Brownie’s Xmas is from Freeman’s collection Once Upon a Time and Other Child-Verses, illustrated by Etheldred B. Barry, (1897). The Brownie’s Xmas is a playful poem about children who give a brownie Christmas after a thousand years!

THE Brownie who lives in the forest,
Oh, the Christmas bells they ring!
Has done for the farmer’s children
Full many a kindly thing:

When their cows were lost in the gloaming,
He has driven them safely home;
He has led their bees to the flowers,
To fill up their golden comb;

At her spinning the little sister
Had napped till the setting sun—
She awoke, and the kindly Brownie
Had gotten it neatly done;

Oh, the Christmas bells they are ringing!
The mother she was away,
And the Brownie played with the baby,
And tended it all the day;

The Brownie who lives in the forest,
Oh, the Christmas bells they ring!
Has done for the farmer’s children
Full many a kindly thing.
‘Tis true that they never spied him,
Though their eyes were so sharp and bright,
But there were the tasks all nicely done,
And never a soul in sight.

But the poor little friendly Brownie,
His life was a weary thing;
For he never had been in holy church
And heard the children sing;

And he never had had a Christmas,
Nor bent in prayer his knee;
He had lived for a thousand years,
And all weary-worn was he.

Or that was the story the children
Had heard at their mother’s side;
And together they talked it over,
One merry Christmas-tide.

The pitiful little sister
With her braids of paly gold,
And the little elder brother,
And the darling five-year-old,

All stood in the western window—
‘Twas toward the close of day—
And they talked about the Brownie
While resting from their play.

“The Brownie, he has no Christmas,”
The dear little sister said;
A-shaking sadly as she spoke
Her glossy, yellow head;

“The Brownie, he has no Christmas;
While so many gifts had we,
Last night they fairly bent to the floor
The boughs of the Christmas-tree.”

Then the little elder brother,
He spake up in his turn,
His sweet blue eyes were beaming,
And his cheeks began to burn:

“Let us make up for the Brownie
A Christmas bundle now,
To leave in the forest pathway
Where the great oak branches bow.

“We’ll mark it, ‘For the Brownie,’
And ‘A Merry Christmas Day! ‘
And he will be sure to find it,
For he must go home that way!”

Then the tender little sister
With her braids of paly gold,
And the little elder brother,
And the darling five-year-old,

Made up a Christmas bundle
All tied with ribbons ,
And marked it, “For the Brownie,”
With “A Merry Christmas Day!”

And then in the winter twilight,
With shouts of loving glee,
They hied to the wood, and left their gift
Under the great oak-tree.

While the farmer’s fair little children
Slept sweet that Christmas night,
Two wanderers through the forest
Came in the clear moonlight.

And neither of them was the Brownie,
But sorry were both as he;
And their hearts, with every footstep,
Were aching heavily.

A slender man with an organ
Strapped on by a leathern band,
And a little girl with a tambourine
A-holding close to his hand.

And the little girl with the tambourine,—
Her gown was thin and old;
And she toiled through the great white forest,
A-shining with the cold.

“And what is there here to do?” she said;
“I’m froze i’ the light o’ the moon!
Shall we play to these sad old forest trees
Some merry and jigging tune?

“And, father, you know it is Christmas-time;
And had we staid i’ the town,
And I gone to one o’ the Christmas-trees,
A gift might have fallen down!

“You cannot certainly know it would not!
I’d ha’ gone right under the tree I
Are you sure that never one Christmas
Is meant for you and me?”

“These dry, dead leaves,” he answered her,
“Which the forest casteth down,
Are more than you’d get from a Christmas-tree
In the merry and thoughtless town.

“Though to-night be the Christ’s own birth-
day night,
And all the world has grace,
There is not a home in all the world
Which has for us a place.”

Slow plodding adown the forest path,
“Now, what is this?” he said;
Then he lifted the children’s bundle,
And “For the Brownie,” read.

The tears came into his weary eyes:
“Now if this be done,” said he,
“Somewhere in the world perhaps there is
A place for you and me!”

Then the bundle he opened softly:
“This is children’s tender thought;
Their own little Christmas presents
They have to the Brownie brought.

“If there lives such tender pity
Toward a thing so dim and low,

There must be kindness left on earth
Of which I did not know.

“Oh, children, there’s never a Brownie
That sorry, uncanny thing;

But nearest and next are the homeless
When the Christmas joy-bells ring.”

Loud laughed the little daughter,
As she gathered the toys in her gown:
“Oh, father, this oak is my Christmas-tree,
And my present has fallen down!”

Then away they went through the forest,
The wanderers, hand in hand;
And the snow, they were both so merry,
It glinted like golden sand.

Down the forest the elder brother,
In the morning clear and cold,
Came leading the little sister,
And the darling five-year-old.

“Oh,” he cries, “he’s taken the bundle!”
As carefully round he peers;
“And the Brownie has gotten a Christmas
After a thousand years!”

@bichon18,

I have posted many pics of Heidi New Collection on the Heidi Daus Thread.
I hope I can stay awake to catch her if not I will see tomorrow and Tuesday. ♥

Hey Amy have a great night. I know exactly how you feel. 🙂

Hi Sheba;

How are you today. This has been a very good yet very tiring weekend. Tomorrow is a day with no plans but phone calls that need to be made and a quick trip to the grocery store and Ari.

Betty Buckley was great in Hello Dolly. She is a force of nature. Another force of nature, Heidi will be on tonight.

Right now I am going to climb under the covers. Yawn!

Night my pal.

Auntie Aim.