There are only three shopping days left till Christmas I hope you have all bought my gift by no if not GET OUT THERE AND GET IT . when you get home you can read another little Christmas tale. The Tale of the Christmas Tree Fairy

THE TALE OF THE CHRISTMAS TREE FAIRY
By Tim brooks and Mick Fall, 1972.

I’ll tell you an old Christmas story,
as we sit round the log fire at night.
Why each Christmas tree has its fairy on top
and why Santa’s beard is so white.

It happened one winter in England,
on a dark Christmas Eve long ago
There was Santa out doing his rounds
and playing on t’ sledge in t’ snow.

He were taking all t’ presents t’ t’ houses
and then, when that job were done,
he went round once again with his fairies
putting Christmas Trees in every one.

Now just when he thought he might finish
an’ ‘t’ last house were comin’ in sight.
He went to fetch more trees off t’ toboggan,
And he found he were just, four trees light.

This discovery quite upset Santa,
So he gave to his reindeer a shout (whoa up!)
And he sent for his Christmas Tree fairy
to chastise her for leaving them out.

“Eeee by gum, tha’s a daft little fairy.
Tha’s daft as a fairy could be.
When you loaded the sledge up this evening
Tha must‘ve missed off some o’ trees”.

“Oh Sod it!” replied t’ little fairy.
Which was really quite un-fairy like,
“I’ll ‘ave fer t’ go back t’ factory.”
And with that she got on her bike.

“Hold on a minute,” cried Santa
“There’s a way that won’t let yer forget
Fetch one tree back fer each finger
On ‘t right ‘and – you’ll get it right yet”

Then off like a shot went our fairy.
Much faster than t’ light from ‘t sun
‘Cause Einstein hadn’t been invented
and she wasn’t to know it weren’t done.

Now if you could ‘ave watched ‘t little fairy
There was trouble to come, you could tell.
For when she were counting her fingers,
She added her thumb in as well.

Now Santa, he waited for hours
‘Till his patience were running quite dry
When at last he saw t’ fairy peddling
For all she was worth through t’ sky
.

But then, as the fairy got nearer,
Santa’s anger it grew more and more.
He could tell by the load she was bearing,
that she’d fetched him five trees, not four.

Then Santa got redder and redder,
started roaring with all of his might.
Till the glow from his nose outshone Rudolph’s
and his beard, it began to turn white.

“Why, tha’s stupid”, he yelled at the fairy,
“Tha’s four times as thick as I’d thought.
Now go and put t’ trees in t’ houses
And when tha’s finished – report.”

So straightway off went the fairy,
and as soon as she’d finished, t’ last place
She brought fifth tree back to Santa
And waved it in front of his face.

“Whatever shall I do with this one?”
Our innocent fairy enquired,
So Santa, he upped and he told her
‘Cause by now he were feeling quite tired.

Today I thought a little Christmas poetry would be cool

Christmas Comes

Christmas comes with children singing,
Christmas comes with sleigh bells ringing,
Christmas comes with frosty nights,
Christmas comes with snowball fights.

Christmas comes with Santa Claus,
Christmas comes with snowy floors,
Christmas comes with robins and reindeer,
Chsitmas comes with a hearty cheer.

Christmas comes with gold, frankincense and myrrh,
Christmas comes with Jesus’ birth,
Christmas comes with angels from afar,
Christmas comes with a wondrous star.

Christmas comes now, at last,
Christmas comes, like in the past,
Christmas comes after such a long wait,
Christmas comes and it will be great.

Amy Darnbrook

Hi everybody it’s Wednesday and Christmas is just six days away so in keeping with my new found Christmas spirit is a letter Mark Twain wrote from Santa.

Palace of Saint Nicholas in the Moon
Christmas Morning

 
My Dear Susy Clemens,

 
I have received and read all the letters which you and your little

sister have written me . . . . I can read your and your baby

sister’s jagged and fantastic marks without any trouble at all. But

I had trouble with those letters which you dictated through your

mother and the nurses, for I am a foreigner and cannot read English

writing well. You will find that I made no mistakes about the things

which you and the baby ordered in your own letters–I went down your

chimney at midnight when you were asleep and delivered them all

myself–and kissed both of you, too . . . . But . . . there

were . . . one or two small orders which I could not fill because we

ran out of stock . . . .

 
There was a word or two in your mama’s letter which . . . I took to

be “a trunk full of doll’s clothes.” Is that it? I will call at your

kitchen door about nine o’clock this morning to inquire. But I must

not see anybody and I must not speak to anybody but you. When the

kitchen doorbell rings, George must be blindfolded and sent to the

door. You must tell George he must walk on tiptoe and not speak–

otherwise he will die someday. Then you must go up to the nursery

and stand on a chair or the nurse’s bed and put your ear to the

speaking tube that leads down to the kitchen and when I whistle

through it you must speak in the tube and say, “Welcome, Santa

Claus!” Then I will ask whether it was a trunk you ordered or not.

If you say it was, I shall ask you what color you want the trunk to

be . . . and then you must tell me every single thing in detail

which you want the trunk to contain. Then when I say “Good-by and a

merry Christmas to my little Susy Clemens,” you must say “Good-by,

good old Santa Claus, I thank you very much.” Then you must go down

into the library and make George close all the doors that open into

the main hall, and everybody must keep still for a little while. I

will go to the moon and get those things and in a few minutes I will

come down the chimney that belongs to the fireplace that is in the

hall–if it is a trunk you want–because I couldn’t get such a thing

as a trunk down the nursery chimney, you know . . . .If I should

leave any snow in the hall, you must tell George to sweep it into

the fireplace, for I haven’t time to do such things. George must not

use a broom, but a rag–else he will die someday . . . . If my boot

should leave a stain on the marble, George must not holystone it

away. Leave it there always in memory of my visit; and whenever you

look at it or show it to anybody you must let it remind you to be a

good little girl. Whenever you are naughty and someone points to

that mark which your good old Santa Claus’s boot made on the marble,

what will you say, little sweetheart?

 
Good-by for a few minutes, till I come down to the world and ring the kitchen doorbell.

Your loving Santa Claus
Whom people sometimes call
“The Man in the Moon”

Well Tuesday looks like Monday and the Jets lost last night which does make Jeff a little happy any how since there’s only one week until Christmas I thought seeing as what’s been happening I the world I would reprint a little story from years ago entitled YES VIRGINA THERE IS A STANTA CLAUS.

Welcome to Monday even the weather down here looks like Monday all cloudy and stuff. The article that I copied and posted yesterday is being called a fake I have to tell you even if it is it still makes a lot of since when you think about it. Well we’ll leave that up to everybody else or until someone comes up with a better theory that makes sense. Some exciting sports yesterday first Medellin lost a nail biter in a penalty shootout 5-4 to Millonarios Jeff wasn’t happy about that he had to listen to the all Nacional fans celebrate. They all thought that Medellin didn’t belong in the game, but the point is they were and Nacional wasn’t. The other great game came in American football last night where the NE Patriots almost pulled off an amazing victory over the San Francisco 49er’s, you have to love this time of year especially if you’re a sports fan so many important games. Jeff’s team the Giants got blown out 34 -0 so all and al Jeff did not have a good sports day. Jeff and Ruby had the family over for Chili and to watch the game the fact that everyone but Jeff was a Nacional fan did not help with Jeff’s grumpy attitude. I don’t know what he has to be grumpy about he doesn’t work he never has to do anything if he doesn’t want to, maybe one day I’ll ask him and then I’ll out in my blog. That’s it for a Monday the weather doesn’t look like it’s going to get real nice so I think I’ go and take a nap CIAO.

Hi it Sunday and I thought I bring you a little article to read that I think is important, but first you all probably have heard of the terrible shooting in Conn, in the US. There have been lots of stories as how this could happened and what’s to blame , well Morgan Freeman as a point of view that I think is probably right so here’s his quote read it and then let me know what you think CIAO

You want to know why. This may sound cynical, but here’s why.

It’s because of

the way the media reports it. Flip on the news and watch how we treat the Batman theater shooter and the Oregon mall shooter like celebrities. Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris are household names, but do you know the name of a single victim of Columbine? Disturbed people who would otherwise just off themselves in their basements see the news and want to top it by doing something worse, and going out in a memorable way. Why a grade school? Why children? Because he’ll be remembered as a horrible monster, instead of a sad nobody.

CNN’s article says that if the body count “holds up”, this will rank as the second deadliest shooting behind Virginia Tech, as if statistics somehow make one shooting worse than another. Then they post a video interview of third-graders for all the details of what they saw and heard while the shootings were happening. Fox News has plastered the killer’s face on all their reports for hours. Any articles or news stories yet that focus on the victims and ignore the killer’s identity? None that I’ve seen yet. Because they don’t sell. So congratulations­, sensationalist media, you’ve just lit the fire for someone to top this and knock off a day care center or a maternity ward next.

You can help by forgetting you ever read this man’s name, and remembering the name of at least one victim. You can help by donating to mental health research instead of pointing to gun control as the problem.”

Good morning it’s Friday and the weekend is here so what’s happening in your world? I know a lot of people will be doing last minute shopping like Jeff and Ruby so let take a little look at what’s out there in the way of popular gifts. First for the kids it seems to be an oldie but goodie the Furby which first came out in 1999 I believe. It’s a robotic type toy that’s capable of learning and having a bad disposition. I’m really not an expert and the toy at sixty dollars US is not on any shelves down here it also hard to get in the US because of its popularity. They say people are selling them for a thousand dollars on E BAY. If there that hard to find how the people do that are selling them on E BAY have so many to sell. Well let’s move on to technology shall we the most popular item here is the tablet computer. There is a wide variety of styles sizes and prices for these things depending on your budget. One thing I find interesting in reading an article about how to buy the best tablet in PC magazine is the first question they ask is “ Do you really need one?” and the answer is most people don’t need one they just want one so they can say they have one like everybody else. So after all this, what have we learned about shopping? Looks like clothes and video games still rule and maybe just maybe it’s the thought that counts CIAO.

They had the 12/12/12 concert last night and I have to tell you even though it kept me up to all hours it was pretty dam good. The Who, Bruce, and Bon Jovi had everybody up and dancing; watching Jeff dance is akin to watching an Ostrich dance amusing but I wouldn’t want to see every day. Jeff and I finally crashed when Paul McCartney came on Jeff has never been a Sir Paul fan so heading to bed when he came on was no biggy. Ruby gets up early and even though she tries to be quiet she wakes us up so when you go to bed at 1am and she gets up at 6:30 it’s not cool. Jeff’s book (ILF an intelligent life form) is now available at the low price of 1.99 at Amazon.com but only for Kindle readers. Jeff is considering putting it in print but would like to wait until some people have read it and reviewed it. He doesn’t have any delusions about getting rich with this it’s just fun to do for him and the poor old guy has nothing else to do. Wait a minute he could be playing with me instead of sitting at the computer all day getting fat. Oh well they’re going Christmas shopping in a little while hope they get me something good CIAO.

They went to see the river lights last night and there were a lot of people, of course they were a little later than last year, but it wasn’t too bad. According to Ruby Jeff is turning into an old crouch I’m going to have to do something about this soon before he goes all the way to crouch. If he does that then Hari won’t want to come and visit and they don’t let me out so I can’t go and visit him. I don’t know what he mad about but he better get over it quick before I call a shrink. I think it’s just that he doesn’t speak Spanish and sometime he feels left out or ignored I’m going to get him back into studying the language and see if that makes any difference at all. Well Nacho didn’t get his farm so it looks like Christmas and New Year’s Eve will be at Nelida’s and we’ll see about the rest. That’s cool because Jeff really likes Nelida and her crazy sun Mauricio. It’s a little cooler today than it has been which, is a good thing because Ruby snored like a broken jet engine last night, so I’ll being heading to the couch for awhile CIAO.

Dam it’s another Monday morning, I don’t know why I hate Mondays so much I don’t have to go to work or anything. OH well let stalk about Christmas in Colombia: unlike the Us Christmas isn’t just one day down here people begin celebrating on Dec 1 and they keep the parties going until Jan 7 and every night is firecracker night or loud music so for about a month you don’t really get a good night’s sleep. It’s funny too with all the partying going on Christmas Day itself is almost anti climatic. It does however tend to be a very quiet day, people down here celebrate on Christmas eve and they might do something on Christmas day but that would only come if they managed to get up or were still up and partying from the night before. You do understand when I say partying I mean drinking and being goofy. Jeff is not real fond of this aspect of Christmas but he says what he misses the most is the build to the day, which even in America has been ruined by commercialism. The one thing that’s really different down here is New Years Eve which usually turns into a two day drunk, sorry but that what it is, while in the US it’s turned into a dinner night with Super Bowl Sunday becoming the big drunk day. Jeff spent 30 years tending bar and really gets tire of watching people make fools of themselves although since he stopped drinking he laughs at them more. Well since didn’t get a good night sleep last night I think I’ll go over to the couch now and take a nap CIAO.