Monday, December 31, 2012

Make a New Year!

        Make a Happy New Year! 

Wishing you all a Happy, Healthy and Prosperous
New Year! 

 I would like to tell you all how to 
make this year better than the last,
but I can't.
I can only make mine better.
And, what is better?
How we see our year, has a lot to do 
with the effect of our actions.
It all gos back to cause and effect.
I know it's easy to say, but a whole different 
ball game when something life changing happens.
Your world as you know it, is gone.
a new world in life begins.
I can only hope that I'll be able to cope
with lifes snowballs that are thrown my way.
 (I'm still sculpting, snowmen and Santas).
Be well, my friends,
and thank you for sticking by me 
and coming to visit.
No resolutions here...just to clean up and condense,
to create, create, create.
Love you all.
the reason I'm posting early,
I want to have a sip of Baileys,
and if I had a few and then posted....Wellllll!
Pink Elephants, people, Pink Elephants.
Which reminds brand new Granddaughter got
one from Santa. Yes he gave her a chunky Pink Elephant
wearing a tutu!

Monday, December 24, 2012

Yes Virgina,

Newsman Francis Pharcellus Church wrote The Sun's response to Virginia. Eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York's Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history's most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.

 "DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old. "Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. "Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.' "Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus? "VIRGINIA O'HANLON. "115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET." VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

 Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

 Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart.

Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

 Merry Christmas,

Be Well,

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

What a Sap

I had to get a real tree.
So what you say?
I purchased my first fake tree 
a week ago. 

It's a great tree as far as fake gos,
but I felt detached.
I was missing the smell of the pine.
I could have bought those little sticks
that smell like pine.  But then I would have a fake
pine smell on a fake pine tree.

I tried to get in the mood, and so did my little ghostie.
My grandson was having more fun with the
curtains than with visions of sugar plums,

not that he'd know what a sugared plum was...

The whole purpose of a fake tree is to save money, right?
Yeah, I'm a sap,
missing my real tree.
 Just had to get one.

 Be well!