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Fantastic word game

Pockets are emptier this year than last but you know what they say: It's always darkest before it goes completely black.

Marc: You ARE in your youth.
Twas the night before the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a Rodent. The stockings were hung by the band camp chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nick soon would be there. Rapt was nestled deep in his bed, while visions of Silkie danced in his head. I in my 'kerchief abd WNC in his cap has just settled our brains for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, the Divine Dave sprang from his bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window he flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the the eggnog he'd downed with abandon. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to his 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 Quad! now, Kenrayc now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

 
Black Label whiskey consumed in mass quantities apparently played a prominent role in Anyacat's take on that holiday classic! ;D

Thanks for not casting me as Scrooge in your version of A Christmas Carol!
 
The way out is clearly marked.

(Time to share holiday memories. Here's mine. The year we received our bikes, it snowed. My dad cleared a path through our long narrow apartment so that we could ride our new bikes from one end to another and around the dinning room table. My mother was not thrilled. What's your happy holiday memory?)
 
Marked by memories that rarely fade with time, Christmas really does have a magic all it's own that lives on in our hearts and minds.

So many memories of Christmas as a kid...one tradition we had was on Christmas Eve, my sister and I would each receive a new pair of pajamas to sleep in. Mom said it was the only way she could get us to go to bed. Of course that was after a huge Christmas Eve dinner which we had after going to Mass. Dinner probably began around 9:30...desert and coffee lasted until midnight. Also one other to share...mom would start baking homemade cookies in the weeks before Christmas but my sister and I were forbidden from eating any of them. Mom would store them in tins in our garage (where it was cold) to keep them fresh. My sister and I in an effort to avoid getting busted by mom would carefully remove just a few cookies from each layer in every tin. Never worked though...Mom must have kept a cookie count cause we always got caught!
 
In our hearts and minds is where andrea currently resides since she hasn't been around these parts for a long time. :-\

Shoes update: As I type this, UPS has followed through by not delivering the shoes that I didn't order from Sears. More updates to follow.

As for my favorite Christmas memories, the one thing that really stands out is the blinding white light from the Super-8 camera that my dad used to film us with when my sister and I came barreling into the living room. The only thing I can compare it to is one of those 500,000 candlepower spotlights that you plug into your car's cigarette lighter. Look directly into it, and you were out of commission for a good 5 or 6 minutes. And now that the films have been transferred to tape and DVD, I get to enjoy the annual embarrassment of watching raptus at eleven wearing my grandfather's old fedora like a cowboy hat. I don't know what the hell was wrong with me back then, but I appear to have grown out of it.
 
A long time ago we tingled with excitement as Christmas approached.

(And one more odd thing my Uncle Dom had a wooden leg, and so did Santa who arrived just after Midnight mass with laundry bags [that's right--bags, plural] filled with the best of the Montgomery Ward discount store.)
 
Approached with caution, Santa always slid down the chimney as quietly as possible so as not to awaken all the good little boys and girls.


For as long as I could remember, myself, my older brother, younger brother and my sister always opened one present Christmas Eve. Eventually found out that this was because my older brother always go so excited and anxious about Christmas Day and opening presents that he would literally get sick and throw up. So Mom and Dad started the tradition of opening a present on Christmas Eve to ease the excitement and anxiety. Now that we're all grown (and my brother doesn't throw up anymore on Christmas Eve---that I know of), that tradition went by the boards many years ago. Enjoy your eggnog everyone. :D
 
Dang WMC beat me
My old one:
Approached by too many children at once, Santa at Grandma's house would stop distributing gifts until the din quieted down.

One of my Christmas memories is when I figured out the truth about Santa, and that it was actually my family that loved me enough to buy me Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots and race tracks and ball cards and such.

The new, official contribution:
All the good little boys and girls in our family are rewarded with gifts aplenty.
 
Gifts aplenty packed the living room on Christmas Day when I was a kid but nowadays it's just a few envelopes and giftcards lined up on the coffee table.
 
With each passing year, we all get older and TFWG gets longer and longer.


All international PowerWorld offices have closed for the holiday weekend. You may all head home at any point if you haven't already done so. Anyone who didn't get their TPS Reports in to quad by yesterday will have to wait until the following week for reimbursement and/or credit. Please drive safely and enjoy the time off. Next week, most PowerWorld offices will close Wednesday afternoon with some strategic locations staying staffed through Thursday afternoon. I will be on-call today and tomorrow for administrative issues. Divine Dave will be on-call for band camp issues although there shouldn't be any since all band camp locations have been closed for the last three days.
 


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