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Monday, December 27, 2010
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Friday, December 24, 2010
Twas the Night before Christmas
Twas the Night before Christmas Poem
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, 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!"
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, 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!"
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Last Minute Gifts
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~We have a great selection of jewelry, clothing, and gifts.
~We have tack, pocket knives, spurs, saddles and cowhide koozies for men.
~ We also have free gift wrapping
~ We are open until 4 on Christmas Eve so come on in and we'll take care of ya!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
something you can't live without
A Letter we found~
This time of year is always filled with great tradition. A tradition of mine is to make a gingerbread house. It is great great activity that brings family together to have the opportunity to visit while spreading holiday cheer.
This got me thinking about where the gingerbread house came from. I started reading about the gingerbread house and found that it originated from the fairy tale published by the Brothers Grimm. This fairy tale included the famous "Hansel and Gretel". The fairy tale was published in the 1800's. It never was a big deal overseas but, the gingerbread house really caught on here in the United States.
The gingerbread house in a simple symbol of the season for me and my family but the idea of a tradition carrying on for 100's of years makes me smile. A tradition that brings a smile is more than just a tradition, it is a memory and a piece of you that you can pass on for years to come. Our gingerbread party every year is not about the house we build, the candy, or the frosting. It is about taking the time to cherish family and the moments you we have with each other. Whether you celebrate Christmas, Chanukkah, Kwanzaa, or nothing at all, I hope you will remember the things that you bring you closer to the people you love are not only important but something you can't live without.
Happy Holidays,
S.E. Walton
This got me thinking about where the gingerbread house came from. I started reading about the gingerbread house and found that it originated from the fairy tale published by the Brothers Grimm. This fairy tale included the famous "Hansel and Gretel". The fairy tale was published in the 1800's. It never was a big deal overseas but, the gingerbread house really caught on here in the United States.
The gingerbread house in a simple symbol of the season for me and my family but the idea of a tradition carrying on for 100's of years makes me smile. A tradition that brings a smile is more than just a tradition, it is a memory and a piece of you that you can pass on for years to come. Our gingerbread party every year is not about the house we build, the candy, or the frosting. It is about taking the time to cherish family and the moments you we have with each other. Whether you celebrate Christmas, Chanukkah, Kwanzaa, or nothing at all, I hope you will remember the things that you bring you closer to the people you love are not only important but something you can't live without.
Happy Holidays,
S.E. Walton
Monday, December 20, 2010
We Need Your Vote!!
Mountain Connection does a Best of every year... The contest runs now
thorugh Jan 10... last year we tied for 3rd place, but, would love to win
this year!
Vote online at http://www.mtnconnection.com/
Vote as often as you like.. it says!
Click on Category on left of homepage put the name of the business you
support in the subject line and a sentence about the business in the email
message box and send!
thorugh Jan 10... last year we tied for 3rd place, but, would love to win
this year!
Vote online at http://www.mtnconnection.com/
Vote as often as you like.. it says!
Click on Category on left of homepage put the name of the business you
support in the subject line and a sentence about the business in the email
message box and send!
P.S. vote for the gift shop and clothing too!
Sunday, December 19, 2010
~From Us To You~
Family Joys
Christmas is filled with special joys,
And the very best of all
Is contemplating those dear to us,
And the memories we recall.
We often think at Christmas time
Of people, affectionately,
And we realize how blessed we are
To have you in our family.
(Poet - Joanna Fuchs)
found at: http://www.worldofchristmas.net/christmas-poems/family-christmaspoems.html
Christmas is filled with special joys,
And the very best of all
Is contemplating those dear to us,
And the memories we recall.
We often think at Christmas time
Of people, affectionately,
And we realize how blessed we are
To have you in our family.
(Poet - Joanna Fuchs)
found at: http://www.worldofchristmas.net/christmas-poems/family-christmaspoems.html
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