You’d almost think this video was produced by dogs, under a title like “Funny Humans.” I mean, really–we bring these weird little robots into the home, and what’s a dog supposed to make of it? They know those things are unnatural. They know they have to protect the humans from the consequences of their ill-considered actions. These confounded things move around and make creepy noises. Of course the dog is going to bark! And maybe bite, too.
It’s a full-time job, looking after humans.
Hoo, boy, am I tired! But the duck is in the oven, our Christmas tree is trimmed, there’s Christmas music playing in the background, and finally I get my nice big glass of iced tea–aaaaah! Hits the spot!
The problematic little tree that we selected has turned out to be positively beautiful. I’d post a picture, but Patty’s camera has stopped working. I wish I could post pictures of some of your Christmas trees, but I have no idea how to go about it.
Anyhow, it was two hours-plus of up and down, trial and error, hanging ornaments from curtain rods, etc. There are ornaments that have to go just in the right place on the tree, or you don’t get full value from them. Hey, I minored in Art in college, I know what I’m doin’.
And yes, the cats get some of the duck. They’ve been as good as gold with the tree so far.
G’day, everybody–g’day before Christmas, in fact. Byron the Quokka here, to tell you that no, our Second Annual Christmas Carol Contest isn’t over, so keep requesting carols. Oh–that picture up there, those are my cousins, Felix and Agatha, who are trying to predict which carol will be the winner. Well, so far it looks like the one that got 44 views on Dec. 12. But we shall see!
The winner of the contest will get an autographed copy of Bell Mountain No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever, when it comes out, which’ll probably be sometime early next year. I know some quokkas who are afraid to read it because they saw the cover and they don’t want Ellayne and Dulayl to get eaten by the giant hyena. I confess to a wee bit of trepidation, myself!
Keep those carols coming, mates!
(See? Exciting, isn’t it? Especially for Ellayne!)
That’s that, no more nooze today! A lot of wicked people are out there trying to stop Christmas, or at least taint it with their wickedness–but it’s here anyway: Christmas, 2019. There are stories I could report today, but they’ll just have to wait. Maybe they’ll go away–?
I’ve got to decorate our tree. We specialize in old ornaments handed down for generations. Our tree lights are older than I am, and they still work–inventory from Grandpa’s store that he had in the 1930s.
And I want my cigar, and my iced tea. I was so busy yesterday, I forgot to have my tea. Fap to that! Today I’m going to have my tea and revel in it.
And a lot of Christmas music, too. We can rejoice is the knowledge that we can’t run out of Christmas music.
Christ the Savior is born!
Once again, they couldn’t stop Him.
(I wanted this scheduled for Tuesday, but I got distracted and wound up posting it today. I think I have deleted it. Now I can try again for Tuesday. I think.)
I like to post this at Christmastime every year, a kind of Christmas present to all of you out there. It doesn’t really have much to do with Christmas, beyond being Alice’s theme in 1951’s Scrooge, with Alistair Sim. If it seems familiar to you, that’s probably where you’ve heard it.
Anyway, as I work to trim our Christmas tree, here it is–My Love’s an Arbutus, sung by the Fairhaven Singers. Merry Christmas, everybody.
TheWhiteRabbit asked for a traditional version of this hymn, and this is about as traditional as it gets–The Holly and the Ivy, performed by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band.
We put up our Christmas tree today (to be decorated tomorrow), and it turned out to be a hard job because the trunk and the tree-stand were only marginally compatible. But we managed it in the end–and then the cats came and slept peacefully under it. They love to sleep under our Christmas tree. They have never attempted to climb one. Never. Gold stars for them.
Handy Hint for When Cats Get Bodacious with the Christmas Tree: a couple of marbles (or quarters) in a tin can, shaken at the right moment, will deter cats from getting out of hand vis-a-vis the tree. We had to do that for Buster’s first Christmas, but he learned his lesson and was a good boy from then on.
Requested by Erlene–Beautiful Star of Bethlehem, sung by Ben Speer, with the Gaither group.
Now all I have to do is clean the cat boxes, vacuum the living room, and set up our tree. But we won’t trim it till tomorrow.
Yeesh, am I busy today! But not too busy to post this Christmas hymn request by Joshua–Angels We Have Heard on High, sung by Fernando Ortega… with a really long “Glooooooria”!
Whenever I went to see my aunts at Christmastime, I’d find them watching this man on TV–Andre Reiu, with his orchestra, with Christmas carols. Here, Silent Night.
I do find it hard to separate the music from my memories of loved ones who loved this music. But every good thing we have ever known is the gift of God, and Christmas is a good time to remember that.