Yes, yes, I know we’re late, this should’ve been done on Saturday, when it actually was Jeremy’s birthday–so we’re two days late. I, Byron the Quokka, disclaim all responsibility for this error: it was entirely Lee’s fault, 100% he’s to blame, not me, etc., etc.
And so we bring you Jeremy and his brother, Joshua, with an instrumental of How Great Thou Art. Let the truth be known: we love these guys, these Swanson brothers.
I made this list, see, with all the birthdays on it–crikey, why didn’t he check the list?
G’day! You’re all knocked out from that party yesterday, I see. Movin’ kinda slow!
Well, rise and shine, mates: because today is Phoebe’s birthday and we want to make a big splash over it!
Byron the Quokka here, to present your birthday greetings to Phoebe–as Willis Twombley would say, We love you, Ol’ Hoss! Actually we really do. Don’t think you can ever come to Rottnest Island and get away without being named to the faculty at Quokka University. And did I mention we already have a Dr. Phoebe Hall? Our pickup stix team practices there.
If you, like me, are used to family gatherings for Christmas–but most of your family, like mine, has either died off or moved far away–you can wind up feeling a little lonely. I don’t know what to do about that, other than to resort to the imagination.
And so this lovely house that you see in the Thomas Kinkade painting above is now my house, for the time being; and it’s open to all of you for a Christmas celebration–with carol-singing, some virtuoso on my new harpsichord, beer from the finest micro-breweries, and the best Christmas sermons and prayers that we can find on video. We have to celebrate: Jesus Christ is born!
We’ll play games, too.
So come on over! The gates of the imagination are always open. We’ll post your comments and your hymn requests–wouldn’t it be a blast, these next few days leading to Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, to hear from… well, everybody? Sharing Christmas cheer, greetings, and best wishes.
We’ll try to post a photo of our Christmas tree, after we put it up and trim it; but if our technology isn’t up to the challenge, there’s still the imagination.
And the real stuff of Christmas, the parts that really matter–we don’t have to imagine those, do we?
I refuse to cover anything our lying worthless nooze media have to say today.
Instead, I want to remind readers that, here on this blog, we do birthdays! As many as we can. And we’ve got two of them to celebrate tomorrow. Two! I’m not going to tell you whose they are because I want you to come in and see for yourselves.
Why do this? Because normal life as lived by normal people has got to go on. We are not COVID Nation. It’s our country and we want it back. And we’ll find a way to get it back, too. But for the time being, we shall live as sane and normal people doing sane and normal things whether the Morlocks like it or not: because we are not their Eloi. We’re nobody’s Eloi, and wait’ll they find out how true that is!