Though I don’t care for the singer.
Someone should do a mashup with the instruments from this one together with Thurl Ravenscroft singing. That would be pretty sweet.
Though I don’t care for the singer.
Someone should do a mashup with the instruments from this one together with Thurl Ravenscroft singing. That would be pretty sweet.
Oh how I love Family Force 5!
The past two days I have had, in no particular order, and for no particular reason, the following songs stuck in my head:
Jingle Bells
Frosty the Snowman
Jingle Bell Rock
The 12 Days of Christmas
and
A Few of My Favorite Things (since when did this stupid thing become a Christmas song, anyway?)
I don’t know why this has happened to me. I’m not frequenting locales which play Christmas music. There hasn’t been any snow to peak my subconscious. IT’S NOT EVEN THANKSGIVING YET.
All I know is that if I keep this up, soon I’m going to be curled in the fetal position in a corner, rocking slowly back and forth, and quietly sobbing, going slowly insane.
Better find some screamo death metal or something to detox this scourge out of my system.
You know, technically, we are still in Christmas, until January 6. Notice, however, that I did not find a Christmas Carol for today’s music. Going to try to avoid that stuff until next November…
Here are some random pictures of Christmas lights from around town that I’ve seen–
And a llittle video of someone who had one of those choreographed light displays:
I’m going down to my grandparents’ house, and will maybe be looking at a truck my uncle the mechanic has a line on. It was “only abused for a second,” as he says. I was hoping for maybe a new gun of some sort for graduation/Christmas, but it seems that other things will be taking up my limited resources for the foreseeable future…
But I digress. I’ll say again–
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
John 1:1-5
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
He was with God in the beginning.
All things were created through Him, and apart from Him not one thing was created that has been created.
Life was in Him, and that life was the light of men.
That light shines in the darkness, yet the darkness did not overcome it.
Makes me tear up… I guess I’m just a big softie.
Lyrics:
He met her up in Delaware in 1937
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress
December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when he finally gained the courage to ask her to danceIt was the night before Christmas, it was love at first sight
The carolers sang as they danced through the night
She was a small town girl, he was a traveling guy
He never caught her name before they said their goodbyesA couple years later he was out on the road
Having Christmas dinner in a diner alone
When he saw a young waitress with a gleam in her eye
Her favorite day of the year she showed her spirits were high
She said sir can you shed a little holiday cheer
A simple Christmas story was all she wanted to hear
He looked prepared with a smile as he started to say here’s my favorite Christmas story about a girl with no nameHe said I met her up in Delaware in 1937
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress
December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when I finally gained the courage to ask her to danceEvery holiday season as he traveled he’d tell about his Christmas dance partner that he never knew well
He’d share his favorite story with the locals he met
He was called the Christmas story tellin traveling manBy age 53 he had done settled down
All the neighborhood kids liked to gather around
Just to listen to his stories about his life on the road
All he had now were these children he told
And every Christmas eve they showed up before dark
He’d tell them all the story but they knew it by heart
They could quote it word for word, he always told it the same
It was his favorite Christmas story called the girl with no nameHe said I met her up in Delaware in 1937
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress
December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when I finally gained the courage to ask her to danceTwenty years later as he took his last breaths
On a cold Christmas morning in a hospital bed
The children had grown, he had nobody left
Except the little old nurse who was holding his hand
He said Ma’am can you share a little holiday cheer
A simple Christmas story was all he wanted to hear
But his eyes filled with tears at the words that she spoke
Because his favorite Christmas story was the one that she toldShe said I met him up in Delaware in 1937
Though I never caught his name he was a traveling man
December 24th at a quarter till eleven
I’m so glad he got the courage to ask me to dance
How the heck do you wrap one of these things:
I think I’m just going to swath it in wrapping paper. Unfortunately it didn’t come in a box.
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Kinda clever. But probably be prepared to run into it all over the interwebz.
And I’m off to all parts south. Wish me luck.
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One of my favorite versions of the 12 days of Christmas–it varies it enough that it doesn’t get so old.
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Yesterday I helped my ranch friends find, cut down, put up, and decorate their Christmas Tree, and watched Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Charlie Brown Christmas. I know I’m going to be sick of Christmas stuff here in another week or two, but right now it’s still novel and exciting.
What better way to sicken the feeling but by using a cheesy 80’s song!
Sorry, that may have been uncalled for.
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Remember, whether or not you believe in him, whether or not you think he is real, it is pure foolishness to dismiss the power of Jesus Christ. Look at history, and how this one man has influenced everything from the time he was born, roughly 2000 years ago. We would not be where we are today, for good or bad, without him. Remember whose birthday we celebrate today–the very Son of God.
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