Sunday, December 25, 2011

today in the town of david a savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. luke 2:11

twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

the stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that st nicholas soon would be there.

the children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.

and mamma in her ‘kerchief, and i in my cap,
had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
i sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
away to the window i flew like a flash,
tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

the moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

with a little old driver, so lively and quick,
i knew in a moment it must be st nick.
more rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"now dasher! now, dancer! now, prancer and vixen!
on, comet! on, cupid! on, donner and blitzen!
to the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

as dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of toys, and st nicholas too.

and then, in a twinkling, i heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
as i drew in my head, and was turning around,
down the chimney st nicholas came with a bound.

he was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
a bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

his eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
his droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

the stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
he had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

he was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and i laughed when i saw him, in spite of myself!
a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
soon gave me to know i had nothing to dread.

he spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
and laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

he sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
but i heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"


Sunday, December 18, 2011

nana's birthday adventure

nana/papa came in for the annual
nana birthday adventure!!

this year nana opted for casual
on friday we all went out to the goose....

on saturday we had a progressive dinner through roanoke
we started at.....

where we ate appetizers and had "cocktails"

then we moved next door to.....

for dinner and fun....

we ended the evening at.....

for nana's favorite dessert

happy birthday my sweet nana!!
we love you big time!!!!

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

holidays with the crims

we do thanksgiving with the crims
here are the boys frying the turkey...
here we are taking pictures on the tracks...

and playing with our cousins...

 we celebrate christmas a little early with the crim's
here's aunt c and kitty...

opening the loot...

 merry christmas to our rr family!

Friday, December 2, 2011

i have a j-o-b!!!

i'm in!!!  they hired me!!!! hip-hip-horray!!!!
i am the newest addition to our district's early childhood center
GOD is so good

Wednesday, November 30, 2011


me:  so a fable is a story written to teach us a lesson - does anyone have any examples of fables

2nd graders:  the gingerbread man; tortoise and the hare; little boy who cried wolf

me:  ok - so in the gingerbread man - the gingerbread man was naughty and ended up getting eaten by a fox

2nd grade boy: so what you're saying is - if i'm naughty i'm going to be eaten by a fox?!  i'd rather just get spanked!!!

Thursday, November 24, 2011

happy thanksgiving - may your saucer be full

"so then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him.  rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, overflowing with thankfulness."
colossians 2:6-7

Thursday, November 17, 2011