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  • #16
    Quoth Tama View Post
    Merry Christmas.

    It was 72 all day and drizzly.
    We had temps in the 60s all week, a little rain. Not a snowflake in sight! Haha I love it!

    I know it's going to snow next month. Probably for the next three months. But we had a snow-free December and that's fine with me.
    When you start at zero, everything's progress.

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    • #17
      To me, Christmas without snow is Easter. It's weird to me.

      Although this year it may have been for the best. We got a lot of rain in two days. Had that fallen as snow it would've added up to two feet.

      Our first snowstorm of the year is forecast to hit on Monday. I say bring it on. After tomorrow I don't work again until next Saturday.
      Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.

      "I never said I wasn't a horrible person."--Me, almost daily

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      • #18
        For Boxing Day. Enjoy

        'Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house
        Not a creature was stirring,not even a mouse
        The family was gathered in front of the fire
        Whilst the pile of wrapped paper got steadily higher
        Father was slumped in his chair gently snoozing
        The cat at his feet lapping up his spilled booze and
        Mama stretched out on the couch in her apron
        The children hid deep under piles of paper and
        Tinsel and chains and big gift-wrapped boxes
        Selection trays,ties,underpants and new socks is
        Strewn on the floor and all lying about,
        With the occasional part of a child sticking out.
        Mama and Papa are too tired and unable
        To reach the Quality Street scattered out on the table.
        The TV is blaring,but nobody's listening
        And the angel on top of the tree is still glistening
        But looking uncomfortable turned upside down
        By a pair of small hands when no-one else was around.
        The needles they all fall from the tree to the carpet
        And cover the cat who was lying unguarded
        Asleep on the rug with a long outstretched paw
        On the mince pie that's trod on and squished on the floot
        Mama with her squeaker and Papa with his hat
        Which silently slides off and lands on the cat
        Who has eaten too much to be moved from her place,
        So the party hat sits there,just perched on her face,
        Whilst on the table,the turkey sits glumly
        Half-devoured yet still able to feed the family till Monday,
        With the table all covered in dishes and shards
        Of the star that went flying during Father's charades
        Now Papa from his slumber soon will be woken
        By the hamster that's eaten his Monopoly token
        But for now he is dreaming of cigars and of port
        Of the wonderful presents he wished he'd been bought
        And a plump golden bird with firm juicy breast
        A magnificent turkey that's truly the best
        And Mama on her sofa drifts off in her dreams
        Of mince pies with lashings of warm clotted cream
        And hot spas with massage to beat winter blues
        Superb entertainment and unlimited booze
        And both when they waken will make a firm pact
        Next year will be different,there's no going back
        No snoozing or dishes,no kids playing hell,
        Next year-Boxing Day,we will book a hotel!
        The Copyright Monster has made me tell you that my avatar is courtesy of the wonderful Alice XZ.And you don't want to annoy the Copyright Monster.

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        • #19
          And for Christmas :P

          Dear Santa,We have a problem which cannot be ignored
          Your behaviour on Christmas Eve was frankly overboard
          Your sleigh was going much too fast and we still have the proof
          The lead reindeer is embedded head first into the roof
          The children have been traumatized whilst lying in their beds
          Down crashed two pairs of antlers on two disembodied heads
          The correct mode of entry is down the chimney as you know
          So please explain to me why you were digging up the patio
          The mince pies that we left you were intended as a treat
          And not missiles to be hurtled halfway down the street
          And the catapult you used to fire them at the car
          Was not in fact a slingshot,but my youngest daughter's bra
          I take it that your antics with the pudding were a game
          For why else would you be juggling a Christmas dessert set aflame?
          You should have hung the stockings all well filled on the hearth
          Not pranced naked round the lounge with it hanging from your parts
          You trampled on the snowman which the family had built
          And left the carrot for his nose protruding from his kilt
          And the port that we had left you had been drunk,it is true
          But the contents of the drinks bar were not really meant for you
          When heading to the bathroom,I did not expect to see
          A nude fat man with a squeaker,stuck perched upon the tree
          Now I'm all for Christmas cheer and sharing festive kisses
          But where you hung the mistletoe has terrified the missus,
          Your conduct was atrocious,neither cheerful nor jolly
          And I still have the injuries from where you assaulted me with the holly
          If next year you are returning,climbing down the chimney pot
          I'll make sure the fire is burning and I'll make it roaring hot
          I want my compensation,no excuses,don't pass the buck
          Back next year?Well all I'll say is.Dear Santa,I'll be waiting,try your luck
          The Copyright Monster has made me tell you that my avatar is courtesy of the wonderful Alice XZ.And you don't want to annoy the Copyright Monster.

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          • #20
            May everyone have a joyous non-denominational festive season.

            Or alternatively, a merry chrishankwanyulithapanchahogmanynewtonmas (gasp).

            (* litha is in there for southern hemisphere pagans.)
            Seshat's self-help guide:
            1. Would you rather be right, or get the result you want?
            2. If you're consistently getting results you don't want, change what you do.
            3. Deal with the situation you have now, however it occurred.
            4. Accept the consequences of your decisions.

            "All I want is a pretty girl, a decent meal, and the right to shoot lightning at fools." - Anders, Dragon Age.

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            • #21
              Quoth Seshat View Post
              ... (* litha is in there for southern hemisphere pagans.)
              ... and here I thotted it was for rockers ...
              I am not an a**hole. I am a hemorrhoid. I irritate a**holes!
              Procrastination: Forward planning to insure there is something to do tomorrow.
              Derails threads faster than a pocket nuke.

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              • #22
                I recently found a source for a decent aluminum pole, but haven't picked one up yet. Next year.

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