The entire crew went shopping on planet Khanada.
[Found here.]
Category: Christmas
A Quiet Christmas Morning
Merry Christmas to you and yours. –Bunk
Hot Christmas Decorations
[Found in here.]
So Mum Said, “Shaddup and go get a Christmas Tree,” and Dad said, “You heard your Mum.”
Christmas In Portland
#DarthVader caroling with flaming #bagpipes in a #kilt while on a #unicycle in #Portland. Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays from #Twitter.
[Found here.]
Merry Christmas to the U.S. Military
[Image from here, related to a ridiculous story from Christmas 2013.]
Saturday Matinee – Carol of the Bells, Little Drummer Boy & Sleigh Ride
The music for “Carol of The Bells” predates the 1917 Bolshevik Revolution, is based upon a Ukrainian traditional chant that predates Christianity, and celebrates the New Year… in April. The original lyrics for the song describe a swallow flying into a house and promising good fortune because lambs have been born, and compliments the master of the house for having a wife with dark eyebrows (at least according to Wiki).
There are exactly 15 Pas, 18 Rums and 63 Pums in the lyrics to “Little Drummer Boy.” If you delete the spaces between the pa-rum-pa-pum-pums, there are exactly 21 Rumps. I can’t stand that song because it doesn’t stop when it should (just as the “Twelve Days Of Christmas” made it’s point on Day One).
It just doesn’t seem like Christmas until I hear The Ronette’s version of Leroy Anderson’s “Sleigh Ride.”
Have a great Pre-Holiday Weekend, folks, and don’t fight over parking spaces. I was there first.
The .Gif Friday Post No.359 – Nutcracker, Tinkerbell From Hell & Trash Cat Freakout
Merry Christmas Everyone
[Image from here.]
Christmas Eve
A ha! Christmas! By T. H. London, 1647.
Any man or woman . . . that can give any knowledge, or tell any tidings, of an old, old, very old gray-bearded gentleman, called Christmas, who was wont to be a verie familiar ghest, and visite all sorts of people both pore and rich, and used to appeare in glittering gold, silk, and silver, in the Court, and in all shapes in the Theater in Whitehall, and had ringing, feasts, and jollitie in all places, both in the citie and countrie, for his comming: . . . whosoever can tel what is become of him, or where he may be found, let them bring him back againe into England.
Tacky Raccoons 