Open thread: Christmas eve



'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 down 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 tiny 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, Donder 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 hand, 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."



(James, I enabled comments, assumed you wanted comments).

Okay, our Christmas surprise was finding out we have mold. Anyone know how to fight the insurance companies so that the $5K in repairs we are looking at will be covered? We are in the early stages, no inspections by insurance company folks yet. I THINK it might have been due to a "leaky" pipe in the attic, or should I say "burst" pipe?


Jesus Swept ticked me off. Too short. I loved the characters and then POOF it was over.

I feel your pain. My leaky

I feel your pain. My leaky roof was caused not by wind or hail damage (so says the adjuster) but a dry rotted vent cap, so just a little insurance $ for a few hail damaged shingles and the rest out of pocket for a reshingled roof. Over $7k it looks like.

I'm a moderate Democrat.

Insurance Scam

This is such a scam. I did not know home owners insurance was like this.

Jesus Swept ticked me off. Too short. I loved the characters and then POOF it was over.


Sorry, man. This sucks.

Taking a break from baking

Ah good to sit down for a few minutes. I'm feeling like SUCH a North Carolinian today, making a lemon chess pie from an old cookbook from Fran's Front Porch, closed now but a favorite for many years. They were a great Southern restaurant out in Julian across from the tiny but very busy Causey Airport.

I'm baking the pie in my Seagrove Pottery scalloped edge speckled blue pie plate that I've used for the last fifteen years.

A little later, I'm cooking up a mess of collards.

Meh, you can keep the greens,

but that pie has me drooling like Zolotisty.

That...was one of Pavlov's dogs, and my use of the name in a sentence is merely a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of why I'm involuntarily celibate. ;/

Merry Christmas, Steve.

Very wonderful having you in my virtual life. May the year ahead be good to you.


Merry Christmas to you too, James :)

Pass that along to Jane and Lily, also.

I love lemon chess pie.

Maybe I'll make one tonight...

I hope everyone enjoys their family/friend time over the next few days. Thanks for the joy/frustration/stimulation/knowledge you BlueNCers bring me.

Santa's slant

Has anyone really checked out this Santa Claus guy. I mean he he wears red clothes, has a beard and employs a bunch of vertically challenged elves. he goes around the world in one night using hay and fodder for fuel, no gas hog this guy. Why he even gives away all the toys his employees made all year, just gives them away. Sounds an awful lot like "Sharing the Wealth" to me. Somebody better check this guy out before he corrupts our family values.
Here's wishing every Blue Blogging family in North Carolina a very happy holiday season and a prosperous and progressive New Year.


Commie Claus is coming to town!

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone here at BlueNC!

Backatcha Crowbar!

All the best.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to all my fellow Blue NCers. And my best wishes for a happy progressive 2009. YES WE DID