Month: December 2016
Winter
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who;
Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
– William Shakespeare
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26th December – On This Day In History
Born:
1791 Charles Babbage (inventor of the first calculator)
Died:
1971 Harry Truman (33rd US President)
On This Day:
1975 Tupolev 144 is the first supersonic transport plane
Have a good Monday, 26th December
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A Hymn For Christmas Day
Almighty Framer of the Skies!
O let our pure devotion rise,
Like Incense in thy Sight!
Wrapt in impenetrable Shade
The Texture of our Souls were made
Till thy Command gave light.
The Sun of Glory gleam’d the Ray,
Refin’d the Darkness into Day,
And bid the Vapours fly;
Impell’d by his eternal Love
He left his Palaces above
To cheer our gloomy Sky.
How shall we celebrate the day,
When God appeared in mortal clay,
The mark of worldly scorn;
When the Archangel’s heavenly Lays,
Attempted the Redeemer’s Praise
And hail’d Salvation’s Morn!
A Humble Form the Godhead wore,
The Pains of Poverty he bore,
To gaudy Pomp unknown;
Tho’ in a human walk he trod
Still was the Man Almighty God
In Glory all his own.
Despis’d, oppress’d, the Godhead bears
The Torments of this Vale of tears;
Nor bade his Vengeance rise;
He saw the Creatures he had made,
Revile his Power, his Peace invade;
He saw with Mercy’s Eyes.
How shall we celebrate his Name,
Who groan’d beneath a Life of shame
In all Afflictions tried!
The Soul is raptured to concieve
A Truth, which Being must believe,
The God Eternal died.
My Soul exert thy Powers, adore,
Upon Devotion’s plumage sar
To celebrate the Day;
The God from whom Creation sprung
Shall animate my grateful Tongue;
From him I’ll catch the Lay!
– Thomas Chatterton
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25th December – On This Day In History
Born:
1642 Sir Isaac Newton (physicist – discovered gravity)
Died:
1977 Charlie Chaplin (actor & comedian)
On This Day:
1 Christmas (according to the calendar drawn up by Dionysus Exiguus)
Have a good Sunday, 25th December – and Merry Christmas!
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Merry Christmas
Have a Merry and Blessed Christmas!
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Jest ‘Fore Christmas
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!
Mighty glad I ain’t a girl – ruther be a boy,
Without them sashes, curls, an’ things that’s worn by Fauntleroy!
Love to chawnk green apples an’ go swimmin’ in the lake –
Hate to take the castor-ile they give for bellyache!
‘Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain’t no flies on me,
But jest ‘fore Christmas I’m as good as I kin be!
Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat;
First thing she knows she doesn’t know where she is at!
Got a clipper sled, an’ when us kids goes out to slide,
‘Long comes the grocery cart, an’ we all hook a ride!
But sometimes when the grocery man is worrited an’ cross,
He reaches at us with his whip, an’ larrups up his hoss,
An’ then I laff an’ holler, “Oh, ye never teched me!”
But jest ‘fore Christmas I’m as good as I kin be!
Gran’ma says she hopes that when I git to be a man,
I’ll be a missionarer like her oldest brother, Dan,
As was et up by the cannibuls that lives in Ceylon’s Isle,
Where every prospeck pleases, an’ only man is vile!
But gran’ma she has never been to see a Wild West show,
Nor read the Life of Daniel Boone, or else I guess she’d know
That Buff’lo Bill an’ cow-boys is good enough for me!
Excep’ jest ‘fore Christmas, when I’m good as I kin be!
And then old Sport he hangs around, so solemn-like an’ still,
His eyes they seem a-sayin’: “What’s the matter, little Bill?”
The old cat sneaks down off her perch an’ wonders what’s become
Of them two enemies of hern that used to make things hum!
But I am so perlite an’ ‘tend so earnestly to biz,
That mother says to father: “How improved our Willie is!”
But father, havin’ been a boy hisself, suspicions me
When, jest ‘fore Christmas, I’m as good as I kin be!
For Christmas, with its lots an’ lots of candies, cakes, an’ toys,
Was made, they say, for proper kids an’ not for naughty boys;
So wash yer face an’ bresh yer hair, an’ mind yer p’s and q’s,
An’ don’t bust out yer pantaloons, and don’t wear out yer shoes;
Say “Yessum” to the ladies, an’ “Yessur” to the men,
An’ when they’s company, don’t pass yer plate for pie again;
But, thinkin’ of the things yer’d like to see upon that tree,
Jest ‘fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be!
– Eugene Field
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24th December – On This Day In History
Born:
1922 Ava Gardner (actress)
Died:
1524 Vasco Da Gama (explorer)
On This Day:
1946 The French 4th Republic is founded
Have a good Saturday, 24th December
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Christmas Time Is Here
Christmas time is here
lets bring on the cheer
presents to buy for everyone
but the homeless ones get none
Christmas time is here
what was that you said dear
yes this year we will help at the mission
all the food we will be up dishing
Christmas time is here,
but what about the poor
us who are well off open up your door
help those who can’t get any moore
Christmas time is here
can’t you do something
lets reach out to the needy and the poor
we must not close our door
Christmas time is here
lets give everyone some cheer
christmas time is a time for giving
so lets give someone a reason for living
– Jim Foulk
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23rd December – On This Day In History
Born:
1971 Corey Haim (actor)
Died:
1972 Charles Atlas (body builder)
On This Day:
1912 Aswan Dam, Nile River, begins to operate
Have a good Friday, 23rd December
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Sam’s Christmas Pudding
It was Christmas Day in the trenches
In Spain in Penninsular War,
And Sam Small were cleaning his musket
A thing as he’d ne’re done before.
They’d had ’em inspected that morning
And Sam had got into disgrace,
For when sergeant had looked down the barrel
A sparrow flew out in his face.
The sergeant reported the matter
To Lieutenant Bird then and there.
Said Lieutenant ‘How very disgusting’
The Duke must be told of this ‘ere.’
The Duke were upset when he heard
He said, ‘I’m astonished, I am.
I must make a most drastic example
There’ll be no Christmas pudding for Sam.’
When Sam were informed of his sentence
Surprise, rooted him to the spot.
‘Twas much worse than he had expected,
He though as he’d only be shot.
And so he sat cleaning his musket
And polishing barrel and butt.
While the pudding his mother had sent him,
Lay there in the mud at his foot.
Now the centre that Sam’s lot were holding
Ran around a place called Badajoz.
Where the Spaniards had put up a bastion
And ooh…! what a bastion it was.
They pounded away all the morning
With canister, grape shot and ball.
But the face of the bastion defied them,
They made no impression at all.
They started again after dinner
Bombarding as hard as they could.
And the Duke brought his own private cannon
But that weren’t a ha’pence o’ good.
The Duke said, ‘Sam, put down thy musket
And help me lay this gun true.’
Sam answered, ‘You’d best ask your favours
From them as you give pudding to.’
The Duke looked at Sam so reproachful
‘And don’t take it that way,’ said he.
‘Us Generals have got to be ruthless
It hurts me more than it did thee.’
Sam sniffed at these words kind of sceptic,
Then looked down the Duke’s private gun.
And said ‘We’d best put in two charges,
We’ll never bust bastion with one.’
He tipped cannon ball out of muzzle
He took out the wadding and all.
He filled barrel chock full of powder,
Then picked up and replaced the ball.
He took a good aim at the bastion
Then said ‘Right-o, Duke, let her fly.’
The cannon nigh jumped off her trunnions,
And up went the bastion, sky high.
The Duke, he weren’t ‘alf elated
He danced around trench full of glee.
And said, ‘Sam, for this gallant action.
You can hot up your pudding for tea.’
Sam looked ’round to pick up his pudding
But it wasn’t there, nowhere about.
In the place where he thought he had left it,
Lay the cannon ball he’d just tipped out.
Sam saw in a flash what ‘ad happened:
By an unprecedented mishap.
The pudding his mother had sent him,
Had blown Badajoz off map.
That’s why fuisilliers wear to this moment
A badge which they think’s a grenade.
But they’re wrong… it’s a brass reproduction,
Of the pudding Sam’s mother once made.
– Marriott Edgar
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