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Percy the puny poinsettia…

poinsettia

Is hanging his bloom in dismay
If they had just kept him wetta
He’d be a houseplant today
Folks liked the other plants betta
Now he’s alone on the shelf
Even a plant with no uncle or aunt
Shouldn’t spend Christmas Day by himself

Now who would have thought that there’d be a song about a poinsettia?  Click here for the full lyrics. 

I got myself a present – a Lensbaby lens for my camera.  I sold a few pieces of my glass and decided to treat myself.  It came in yesterday morning and I did not allow myself to open the box up until I did a few chores around the house.  I finally opened it up around noon and started playing around.  Boy, do I have a lot to learn!!  I took around 200 images (good thing for digital) and have about a dozen that are passable.  Maybe.  The thing with the Lensbaby is that it is all manual, so I am REALLY going to have to learn how the camera works - mainly ISO settings and aperture size so you don’t get blown out images.  Thankfully some post-processing adjustments in Photoshop can be made, but it can’t correct everything.  I’m going to have a lot of fun over the next two weeks!!

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In the meadow we can build a snowman

snowman-army

Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He’ll say: Are you married?
We’ll say: No man,
But you can do the job
When you’re in town.

No, the snowmen aren’t drunk – my camera was.  This was taken before we got snow.  I could go out and retake it, but I’m not gonna - it’s too cold!

I am officially on two weeks vacay from work – yay!!  The office closes down for two weeks every Christmas, which is really nice.  I do have to go in on Tuesday to meet our computer guru, but otherwise I’m free as a bird!  I plan on doing lots of reading, napping, movie watching, and playing catch with my B-boys - just really relaxing.  And taking lots of photos, of course.

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For every year the Christmas tree…

ornament

…Brings to us all both joy and glee.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!

This is not my Christmas tree.  My Christmas tree is still hiding safely in the closet, where Buddy and Buster can’t confuse it for a real tree.  I had to take Buster to the vet yesterday for a follow-up visit on his eye ulcerations.  For some reason we were talking about Christmas trees and the vet assistant said her dog did what I fear mine will do.  Yeah, it’s staying in the closet, at least until my boys (the human ones) come home. 

There is a clue in this photo as to where it was taken.  I hadn’t even noticed until I started processing the images I took.  It is totally something I would do and, in fact, I think I might have done it.

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Grandma got run over…

reindeer

…by a reindeer.  She did have hoof prints on her forehead after all.  I debated about using this title – I was afraid the song would get stuck in everyone’s head and you’d all be really mad at me.  But you know what?  It’s stuck in MY head, so all is fair.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

She’d been drinking too much eggnog,
And we’d begged her not to go.
But she forgot her medication, 
And she staggered out the door into the snow.

When we found her Christmas morning,
At the scene of the attack. 
She had hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminating’ Claus marks on her back.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Now we’re all so proud of Grandpa,
He’s been taking this so well.
See him in there watching football,
Drinking beer and playing cards with cousin Mel.

It’s not Christmas without Grandma.
All the family’s dressed in black.
And we just can’t help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of fig.
And a blue and silver candle,
That would just have matched the hair in Grandma’s wig.

I’ve warned all my friends and neighbors.
Better watch out for yourselves.
They should never give a license,
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house, Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

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