Posted on December 16, 2011
Dec 16- Christmas cookies, part 1
I thought I’d try a couple of pinterest-inspired cookie recipes this year.
1- Peanut Butter Rudolph Reindeer Cookies
hmmm…well…at least they taste yummy! And, the kids had fun making them =)
here’s the link to the recipe:
http://www.yummly.com/recipe/Peanut-Butter-Rudolph-Reindeer-Cookies-Recipezaar
2- Bailey’s Irish Cream and Pistachio Fudge
well…I *might* have added a little too much Bailey’s….um…scratch that! There’s no such thing as “too much Bailey’s” hee hee ha ha….oh…maybe I shouldn’t have had so much of it for breakfast! Whoa.
Here’s the link:
http://tastykitchen.com/recipes/desserts/baileye28099s-irish-cream-and-pistachio-fudge/
Well…that’s all I got for you today! Busy time of year and all. =P Come back tomorrow for more exciting pics. =)
hee hee….”too much Bailey’s” HA! or HO! or maybe even HO! HO! HO!
I try not to laugh at my own jokes. But we all know I’m hilarious.
Posted on December 15, 2011
Poor Santa…although *I* only have ONE thing on my list this year (ahem…iphone…cough….iphone…iphone….iphone)…OH…sorry…I had a frog in my throat…anyways…poor Santa has gotten an earful from the kiddos.
Posted on December 14, 2011
Yes…I know we have 10 more days to go….but it’s never to soon to read to children! =)
Twas the Night before Christmas Poem
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.
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 tinny reindeer.
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.
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!
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 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!”
Posted on December 13, 2011
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Wie treu sind deine Blätter!
Du grünst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit,
Nein, auch im Winter, wenn es schneit.
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Wie treu sind deine Blätter!
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Du kannst mir sehr gefallen!
Wie oft hat schon zur Winterzeit
Ein Baum von dir mich hoch erfreut!
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Du kannst mir sehr gefallen!
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Dein Kleid will mich was lehren:
Die Hoffnung und Beständigkeit
Gibt Mut und Kraft zu jeder Zeit!
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum,
Dein Kleid will mich was lehren!
Posted on December 12, 2011
Act I
Scene 1: The Silberhaus Home
It is Christmas Eve at the house of Herr and Frau Silberhaus and their children. Family and friends have gathered in the parlor to decorate the beautiful Christmas tree in preparation for the night’s festivities. Once the tree is finished, the younger children are sent for; among them are Clara, the Silberhaus’ daughter, and her brother Fritz. The children stand in awe of the tree sparkling with candles and decorations.
The festivities begin. A march is played on the piano. Presents are given out to the children. Suddenly, as the owl-topped clock strikes eight, a mysterious figure enters the room. It is Herr Drosselmeyer, a local councilman and Clara and Fritz’s godfather. He is also a talented toymaker who has brought with him gifts for the children, including four lifelike dolls—a Harlequin and Columbine, and a Vivandière and Soldier—who dance to the delight of all. Herr Silberhaus has the precious dolls put away for safekeeping.
Clara and Fritz are sad to see the dolls taken away, but Herr Drosselmeyer has yet another toy for them: a wooden nutcracker carved in the shape of a little man, used for cracking hazelnuts. The other children ignore it, but Clara immediately takes a liking to it. Fritz, however, purposely breaks the toy. Clara is heartbroken.
Clara takes the wounded toy to her doll’s bed, lulling it to sleep. The boys interrupt with their toy trumpets and horns. Herr and Frau Silberhaus announce it is time to finish off the evening with a traditional Grandfather dance. After the dance, the guests depart, and the children are sent off to bed.
During the night, after everyone else has gone to bed, Clara returns to the parlor to check on her beloved nutcracker. As she reaches the little bed, the clock strikes midnight and she looks up to see her Godfather Drosselmeyer perched atop the clock in place of the owl. Suddenly, mice begin to fill the room and the Christmas tree begins to grow to dizzying heights. The Nutcracker also grows to life-size. Clara finds herself in the midst of a battle between an army of gingerbread soldiers and the mice, led by the Mouse King. The mice begin to eat the gingerbread soldiers.
The Nutcracker appears to lead the gingerbread soldiers, who are joined by tin soldiers and dolls (who serve as doctors to carry away the wounded). As the Mouse King advances on the still-wounded Nutcracker, Clara throws her slipper at him, distracting him long enough for the Nutcracker to stab him.
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Posted on December 11, 2011
I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony…
hahahahhahahahhahahhahahahhahahahhahahahaha
Farrah, that’s a good one! We all *know* that you can NOT sing.
ok…how about “I’d like to buy the world a Coke”?
hee hee hee hee
teach the world to sing….
heee
heee
heee
yeah, right.
hahahahhahaha
perfect harmony
hahahahhahahah
Keep dreamin’
hahahahhahahahah
Posted on December 10, 2011
All I Want For Christmas Is You
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There’s just one thing I need
I don’t care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you.
Scratch that….I really want an iPhone!!!!!
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Posted on December 9, 2011
You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
He’s making a list
And checking it twice;
Gonna find out Who’s naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
O! You better watch out!
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
Posted on December 8, 2011
John Clemens
May 23, 1915 – Dec 8, 2008
Posted on December 7, 2011
I was decorating the house for Christmas and one of my favorite frames has a photo of Claire from last year that I just LOVE. For comparison, I used the same set up. WOW…I don’t really think about how much she’s grown…ya know, since she still wears the same clothes and all…but she most certainly has become more grown up! She talks and walks like a little girl now…no more baby Claire! Anyways…here are a few pics for today. Please note that she still loves to practice her Toddles and Tiaras kisses that Daly taught her, which is why her hands are under her chin in one of them. Also, I added the one from last year for comparison.
