Merry Christmas!

[MoonCat]

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.

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

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.

[Kit-Ginevra]

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!

[Kit-Ginevra]

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

[Seshat]

May everyone have a joyous non-denominational festive season.

Or alternatively, a merry chrishankwanyulithapanchahogmanynewtonmas (gasp).

(* litha is in there for southern hemisphere pagans.)

[dalesys]

... (* litha is in there for southern hemisphere pagans.)

... and here I thotted it was for rockers ...

[TheSHAD0W]

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