Christmas 2016

2016 Top Five Christmas Songs At My Enduring Bones

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Here are the  TOP FIVE  Christmas Songs at My Enduring Bones

Sing them often and sing them loud, Christmas comes but once a year.

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5. Carol Of The Bells

4. In The Bleak Midwinter

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3.Christmas Eve/Sarajevo

2. Rebel Jesus

AND THE #1 CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY SONG AT MY ENDURING BONES IS

THE BOAR’S HEAD CAROL!

The boar’s head in hand bear I
Bedecked with bay and rosemary;
I pray you my masters be merry,
Quot estis in convivio [as many as are at the feast].

Chorus
Caput apri defero [I bring in the boar’s head]
Reddens laudes Domino [Giving thanks to the lord]
Caput apri defero
Reddens laudes Domino
The boar’s head as I understand
Is the rarest dish in all the land,
Which thus bedecked with a gay garland,
Let us servire cantico [serve it with a song].

Chorus

Our steward hath provided this
In honour of the King of bliss,
Which on this day to be served is
In Reginensis atrio [In Queen’s Hall].

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Winter Whisper

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The perfect winter day is out there waiting to be lived.

I don’t know where it is, what it looks like or if I’ll be involved

I just hope it’s out there.

 

Music will be involved

and snow

and candlelight

 

The perfect winter day is out there waiting to be lived

the second are flying by

bringing it closer to being

 

Laughter will be involved

and tears

and singing

 

I think I will go looking for it

and I hope I will live it

I hope I can help bring it closer to being.

 

The Daily Post Prompt: Mystical

 

Game ON

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Creativity Portal Imagination Prompt: My Favorite Christmas Traditions

 

Over the years, playing games during the holidays have become a big deal in my family.

We put as much thought and have as much fun putting together our prize gift bags as we do with the rest of the festivities.

We make endless calls, send texts and look for the best candy, little presents and yes, lottery tickets – those prizes matter.

Our game of choice is Bingo and losing is as much fun as winning.

You’ve never seen people enjoy losing because we get to make fun of the winner and blame the person calling the numbers for being on the take.

 

One  year my brother in law won more then half the games we played.

We keep threatening to ban him from the game, but that would spoil the fun of picking on him, right?

Right.

 

One year I made a bag with play-doh, popcorn flavored Jelly Bellies and Peppermint flavored chapstick.

I really wanted to win that bag back, but my niece won it.

I know, I could go out and buy myself that stuff, but darn it- I wanted to get those numbers to line up, I wanted to yell BINGO

 

This year I picked out some cool prizes- I may have even out done myself.

 

All I know is, I forgot to buy actual presents- funny right?

That’s the point though- to have fun.

And I am.

All Hail Santa

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Santa lives in the North Pole- which is actually a Polar Desert, a wasteland if you will.

Seems like a miserable existence if you ask me.

If I had told the story, I’d have Santa living in a cave- instead of Reindeer his sled would be pulled by a team of giant Mastiffs and on Christmas Eve they’d explode from the darkness and up into the sky and Santa’s laugh wouldn’t be so jolly as it would sound like someone who had just escaped from, well, Hades.

Santa has a touch of the macabre on him- he knows what is in your heart and he rewards or punishes you for your deeds- with gifts.

He sneaks from roof top to roof top in the middle of the night looking for you so as to know get caught delivering his ‘rewards’ or you know bribes.

Don’t get me wrong, I sort of like that touch of darkness to the Claus- it makes him a little more interesting

I think those kids that scream bloody murder when they see the Mall Santas know the score.

 

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Lucky for us all I didn’t come up with the Santa Story, lucky for some of us I haven’t ruined the Santa legend.

Still.

I’d rather wake up in the middle of the night and hear that thud on my roof, the sound of something quietly making it’s way into my house, and laughing maniacally to himself as he floats towards the tree with his little eyes ablaze because he knows what is in my heart.

Yes. He. Does.

Joy always tastes a little better with a dash of danger.

 

OUR RANDOM VIEW: Santa’s Grotto