Sunday, December 22, 2013

"Twas the Night Before Christmas

"'Twas the Night Before Christmas"

By Clement Clarke Moore '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!
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,

Merry Christmas and Joyous New Year

Friday, December 13, 2013

Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays
Tis the season to be jolly. I have been busy doing Christmas LO'S.
Let's start with Cooking up a Christmas.

    I would like you to use 3 or more of the elements I have used to create this page, see list below.
    1. Die cuts
    2. Create your own Christmas tree
    3. Red Flower
    4. Holly
    5. Bling stick pins
    6. Green cardstock background
    7. Journal on a die cut
    8. Twine
    9. Red and green to be dominant colours
    10. One larger photo and one smaller photo




 I guess I got carried away I did all the elements. In the photos is a picture of our first
kitty Max, he was such a good pet 1987-2004, He lived long and happy life, I really miss
this guy.
Moving along we have Christmas sketch;



Here is my take on the sketch,
Here is Jennifer at the age 1.
She really had fun with her
first Christmas photo shoot.



As we travel  around the world with Karen challenge , Christmas around the world. The entire Soul Scrappers team designers, had to choose a country, I chose Finland.

Here is my take on Finland.


Here is a negative sketch this challenge was given by Joy.

Here is my LO.


It wouldn't be Christmas with a Christmas Quote.

When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things - not the great occasions - give off the greatest glow of happiness.
-Bob Hope

Christmas1949, is my title, which means this Christmas tree is my parents
first Christmas tree.