Yes, you read the title correctly. I am back. Butterfly and I arrived back yesterday. And let me just say I am never doing that again! Continue reading
I apologise, but today’s Top Ten Tuesday has been cancelled as I ran out of time before leaving for my cruise. Today’s topic will reappear some time in April.
“Hello?” Sandra said into the phone.
“G’day. I’m calling to speak to Mike.” Said the voice on the other end.
“Sorry, mate. Wrong number. There’s no Mike here.” She answered before hanging up the phone.
Thirty seconds later, the phone rang again. It was the same bloke, still looking for Mike.
“Look, I already told you, there isn’t anybody here by that name. He obviously gave you the wrong number.” She hung up again.
Almost as soon she replaced the receiver, it was ringing again. “Look mate,” she snapped. “I already told you, I don’t know this Mike of yours. Now don’t call again!”
“Actually,” a soft voice spoke. “This is Mike. I just called to give you a heads up that I gave this number to a particularly persistent guy at the club last night. I take it he’s called you already?”
Sandra was annoyed and told him so. Mike was apologetic and told her so. He’d made up a number on the spot, and only later did it occur to him that it might actually be a real number. While still annoyed, Sandra was impressed that Mike was willing to own up to his mistake. She commiserated with him about overly persistent suitors, as well.
Mike and Sandra chatted for nearly an hour. They had a lot in common and never seemed to run out of things to say. Before ending their conversation, they had agreed to meet for coffee the next day. As she hung up the phone, Sandra mused that maybe wrong numbers weren’t all bad.
OK, this week’s story is very short and not very good. I apologise. I ran out of time before leaving for my holiday and figured something was better than nothing, so there you go. The prompt for this story was “It all started with a wrong number…”. I can’t remember where I got it from.
The first time I disappeared, I was six. One moment, I was sitting at the table eating spaghetti with my family, the next moment I was gone. Just like that; now you see me, now you don’t. Continue reading
I told Santa you were good this year….and he hasn’t stopped laughing since!
Taken from Humor Matters
Sarah and her thirteen-year-old sister had been fighting a lot this year. This happens when you combine a headstrong two-year-old, who is sure she is always right, with a young adolescent.
Sarah’s parents, trying to take advantage of her newfound interest in Santa Claus, reminded the two-year-old that Santa was watching and doesn’t like it when children fight. This had little impact. Continue reading
Christmas trees are a fairly standard sight in the home of anybody who celebrates that particular holiday, and many stores and public areas around the world also wow the public with these beautiful decorations.
Every once in a while, however, we come across a tree that is decorated so beautifully that we just want to oooh and aaah in awe.
This is my top ten list of some of the most beautiful Christmas trees from around the world, in order from ten to one: Continue reading
I absolutely adore giving gifts. It is one of my favourite things about Christmas. However, if you are anything like me, gift-wrapping can be fairly frustrating. I look at all those beautifully wrapped presents on TV or in the magazines, then I look at my own wrapped presents, then I shake my head and wonder where the hell I went wrong? Continue reading
For those of my readers in the Northern Hemisphere, tomorrow is the longest night (and shortest day) of the year, more commonly known as the Winter Solstice. It is a time of year that has led to the development of celebrations in almost every spiritual belief on the planet.
For those of us in the West, the most common celebration we encounter is, of course Christmas, but it is certainly not the only one, or even the most celebrated, around the world.
This world of ours is beautiful, diverse and ever-changing, filled with as many world views as there are people. It saddens me when I see people negating or belittling the beliefs of others. My purpose for this post is to showcase a small portion of the holidays and religious observances being celebrated around the world at this time of year (that being November, December, January), and hopefully knowledge will lead to understanding and, eventually, acceptance. Continue reading
‘’Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.’
I wish. It sure as hell isn’t that quiet in our house, let me tell you. There’s no popping off to bed early, dreaming of sugar plums (whatever the hell they are) and waiting for good old St Nick here. No, here it’s all noise and bickering and chaos. Continue reading
I could not find my photo of Butterfly’s first Christmas, so here is a photo taken of myself (standing) with my siblings.
G’day everyone. Just a quick note that the coconut ice recipe will be late as I have run out of some key ingredients and cannot replace them until pay day. It will be posted as soon as I am able, however.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
Every year, families around the globe decorate their homes to reflect their excitement about the Christmas season, and every year the best of such houses are posted on YouTube. I won’t be writing about each individual house, as I think each video speaks for itself.
So sit back, relax, maybe sip some eggnog and enjoy my top ten list of Xmas houses, from ten to one: Continue reading
This whole Santa Claus thing just doesn’t make sense. Why all the secrecy? Why all the mystery?
If the guy exists why doesn’t he ever show himself and prove it?
And if he doesn’t exist what’s the meaning of all this?
I dunno. Isn’t this a religious holiday?
Yeah, but actually, I’ve got the same questions about God.”
— Bill Watterson
Snow. It means so many things to so many different people. It speaks of magic and Christmas and the sound of children’s laughter; it speaks of cold and darkness and death. Continue reading
Last year we had a bit of cash saved up and decided to go out for Christmas dinner instead of cooking at home. After looking around to see who was open, we ended up deciding on the River Canyon Restaurant in Parramatta. River Canyon is located at 96 Phillip Street in Parramatta, NSW and is best known for its buffet meals and live shows.
As with most restaurants, Christmas dinner is a bit pricier than the normal fare, but the cost is well worth it. The Xmas prices are tiered according to age as follows: Continue reading
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘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 my 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 a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he 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, Donder and Blixen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop 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 pedler 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 on 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 bowl full 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!”
— Clement Clark Moore
Created with clker and paint.net.
Trigger Warning: Suicide
I never knew snow had a sound. Oh, I knew about the crunch it makes as you walk over it and the irritating nails on chalkboard sound of skis passing over the top. I have even heard the dull thud of snowballs hitting my brother once when we visited Charlotte Pass. Nothing in my life, though, prepared me for the near silent whisper of snowflakes floating gently to the ground, a sound so quiet it is almost felt rather than heard. Continue reading
- If your left leg was thanksgiving, and your right leg is Christmas, can I come visit you between the holidays?
- Remember, children. The best way to get a puppy for Christmas is to beg for a baby brother.
- Interested in seeing the “North Pole”? (Well, that’s what the Mrs. calls it)
- The 3 stages of man: He believes in Santa Claus. He doesn’t believe in Santa Claus. He is Santa Claus.
- What is the best evidence that Microsoft has a monopoly? Santa Claus had to switch from Chimneys to Windows.
Taken from : onelinefun.com
The Christmas season can be loads of fun but, if you aren’t prepared, it can also be very stressful. Here is the ultimate checklist to help you stay on top of things and replace all that stress with relaxation and enjoyment. Continue reading
Christmas trees are a fairly standard decoration in the home of anybody who celebrates that particular holiday, and how a tree is decorated says a lot about the interests of that particular household.
Some homes and businesses, however, take their unique sense of style a little further. Instead of worrying over little things like decorations, they prefer to allow the tree itself to speak for them. Continue reading