Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Twas the Night Before Christmas

Thank you for all of the wonderful contributions to make this hilarious rendition of Clement Clarke Moore's 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. Merry Christmas to all!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a stinker was stirring, not even a stinker-poo-pot;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Booger Butt soon would be there;

Sugar Lips, Turd Bird, and Sammich were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And Dingleberry in her 'kerchief, and Little Pumpkin in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Tush and Mush sprang from bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Turkey Butt 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 Little Bear's wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Scooter Poop knew in a moment it must be Torpedo.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And Sugar Britches whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, BUTT MUNCH! now, BUG! now, BOOBULA and BUTTON!
On, BEEFY! on BOON BOON! on, BOOGA and BAPPLE NUMMY SUM!
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 Cocoa Bear too.

And then, in a twinkling, Cootie Pie heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As Nugget drew in her hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Small Friend came with a bound.

Skeezer was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And Bean Tiger’s clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys Doogha had flung on his back,
And Poopadoo looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

The General’s eyes -- how they twinkled! J-Dog’s dimples how merry!
Whoa Whoa’s cheeks were like roses, Stinker Butt’s nose like a cherry!
Goober’s droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of Cubby Bear’s chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe held tight in Elderbeast’s teeth,
And the smoke it encircled Monster’s head like a wreath;
Tiny Destroyer had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when McStinkStink laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

The Beast was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
The sister girls laughed when they saw him, in spite of themselves;
A wink of Stink Weed’s eye and a twist of Boodycat’s head,
Soon gave me to know Buggabo Buttcheeks had nothing to dread;

Sugarlump spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying Magpie’s finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

Farfurtnoogen sprang to his sleigh, to Doodlebug gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Pupa-dooch heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

From PSL's to Resolutions

As soon as I see a pumpkin in a store, I start to panic about how long winter will be. The dread of January-March sets in before I purchase my first Pumpkin Spice Latte (just kidding, I actually don't like PSLs - don't hate mail me.) 

In the summer, when I (re)established my early morning running routine, I would come home and tell my husband how I was dreading the dark, cold mornings (enter now) and how I just wanted it to always be light out and warm. (I may have settled in the wrong climate, but I can't afford San Diego and I think it's the only place that fits the bill.)

Planning ahead is a big part of who I am. I like to have things tied up in a bow, ready to step into them seamlessly. (Ask my friends how well I handled our surprise second child.) So when something I look forward to is actually here, like the Christmas season or beautiful summer days, I actually almost miss it because I'm worried about what to look to next. 

It's okay, you can say it. I need to learn to live in the moment and enjoy what I have when I have it. 

I'm not completely hopeless. Right now, I'm loving the Christmas decorations and music and it truly is just the most wonderful time of the year (though I'm considering long, mild summer days as competing for the title.)  But the closer the holiday hustle comes, the more I find myself searching for things beyond it to look forward to, and the more I say things to myself like, "I refuse to let the funk of January and February seep into my holiday season!"

So I am fighting the funk. I am enjoying the season. I am wrapping presents, blaring Celine Dion's Slight Night, keeping the tree lights on all day, baking cookies, and trying my DARNEDEST to remember the Advent calendar.

Because there is just something about holidays with kids that shouldn't be missed. They bring an infectious joy that can't be matched. There's nothing like watching your little realize that they get an obscene amount of presents and sugar to celebrate Jesus' birthday. And in my family, you can tack on roughly a dozen December birthday parties to go along with it. 

(This year my daughter has requested a kitty cat ice cream cake, so.... suggestions on where I can get my hands on one of them are welcome.)

When the holiday fun and sugar rushes wear off, when January rolls around and the gyms are packed with cheater-cheater-pumpkin-eaters, and all that lies ahead are days of snow and ice and much less nice... my resolution will be to find the nice in the now. Be present after the presents, if you will. Because even after Christmas, long before the long summer days, surely January to March has something to offer... (TBD)



...stay tuned for my next blog post. A fun play on "Twas the night before Christmas"