Posted by: Anonymous Me | December 25, 2010

Merry Christmas To All…

Hi, peeps,

I just got home from Midnight Mass at the Cathedral. Let me say that having to walk to church in 10 degree weather surely makes a person question the decision to go! BUT, I maintained and got there and back without any probs beyond freezing toes! BRRRR! I am seriously wishing Santa would bring me a fireplace!!!

That’s not too much to ask, is it?!?! 😉

Anyhoo…The service was really nice. There was one thing that was weird though, but maybe I am the only who would think so. I totally understand that different places would have different Christmas carols. However, I don’t know why, but I have to say I find it so shocking that there are the same Christmas carols here as in America except with some different lyrics. I don’t know why this puzzles me so, but it does!


And sadly, I have no examples to provide because I left the mass program at the church! You’ll just have to take my word for it!!


Anyhoo…it’s way late here, so I need to get to bed! Santa won’t come if you’re not asleep! 🙂

I leave you with a memory of Christmas from my childhood…When I was little, I had small book of “Twas The Night Before Christmas”. Each verse was illustrated beautifully, and if I remember rightly, the family in the book were mice. I don’t know if that book is still laying around my mom’s house or not, but I loved that book and I love the poem. Enjoy!

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!”

What about you? What are some of your fave memories of Christmas from when you were a kid?? Leave me a comment, and let me know! 😀


Me 🙂



  1. Hi again: Well, you have put me in the Christmas mood and now I will be sure to go to Midnight Mass. The reason for the same songs at different seasons is what makes everyone feel at home in a Catholic Church, no matter where they are. The mass is the same too. We were informed a short time ago, that we will be having a new form of mass early “2011”. There will be a lot of unhappy people.
    I’m glad you are home safe and sound and warm “I hope you are warm”. Love ya, the Captain

  2. Merry Christmas Princess. I am so proud of you. Being so far away from home and family is not easy for you. I know this better then anyone. What an experience though to be able to do this and to share all your adventures with all who love you. We all miss you but it sounds like you are making lemonade out of lemons. Baking and cooking for yourself and trying so many new things. You will have lots to share with your own kids some day. I hope the kitties are behaving themselves and giving you lots of joy and company. Know that you are loved more then you could possibly believe. Hugs and kisses and do keep those toes warm. Granimal

  3. Merry Late Late Christmas! I missed seeing you! Hope it wasn’t too hard on you to be away from the family! I am really proud of you and what you are are doing! I admire you as a woman and as my cousin. You have so much strength and determination! Love you!

    • Aww! Thank you SO much! That means a lot to me! I admire and love you too! You’ve totally turned around a crap situation, and I am so glad! Own it, girlie! 🙂

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