On the 22nd day of December my true love gave to me,
a warm, sunny, 70 degrees.
Frightening indeed! I admit I don’t miss the cold, long winters in Chicago, but a little snow now and then is a real treat now. This isn’t Florida, for Pete’s sake. 70 degrees three days before Christmas? Is it too much to ask for at least a wintery-like day to help us get in the mood? Truth is, most Southerners prefer the warmer weather. Me, I’m a bit of a weirdo. I love gray, foggy days (because that’s the closest it ever gets to looking like a winter wonderland around here), and super rainy days- but only if I’m staying home and don’t have to leave the house for anything. Otherwise, I’m terrified of driving in hard rain ever since I hydro-planed and totaled a car when I was 19 on the highway in Chicago.
So here’s a little bit of trivia, some funnies, and a story of the night before Christmas in Bethlehem. Maybe this will put me in the mood, and continue to help us all enjoy the season in good health, good spirits, and good fun.
As a little girl climbed onto Santa’s lap, Santa asked the usual, “And what would you like for Christmas?”
The child stared at him open mouthed and horrified for a minute, then gasped: “Didn’t you get my E-mail?”
Q. What is the difference between A Christmas song and a Christmas Carol?
A. Carols are Christian related, usually hymns. Christmas songs are secular and are not religiously related.
Christmas Carols Christmas Songs
The Little Drummer Boy Santa’s Coming to Town
Away in a Manger Rudolph
O Holy Night Frosty, The Snowman
One Night Divine We Wish You A Merry Christmas
What Child is This? Winter Wonderland
The First Noel White Christmas
Silent Night Jingle Bells
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing Let it snow! Let it snow!
God, Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree
O, Come All Ye Faithful It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year
O Little Town Of Bethlehem Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
The Night Before Christmas in Bethlehem
|‘Twas a night near midwinter in our humble dwelling,
My poor pregnant wife nursed a great swollen belly,
Her time was now nigh, but the king had declared,
‘Twas time for a census so we must travel elsewhere.
Back to our birth town, there to be counted,
And every mile, my wife grew more worried,
The town’s numbers were swollen and every room taken,
At least it was dry and secure from all danger,
Unperturbed was the ass as it dozed on the straw,
Then at the door, I heard someone pound,
They’d followed a bright star, the eldest one said,
A gift for the infant, he said with a shy look,
But before I could ask them, they kneeled in the hay,
And there stood three men, on camels they rode,
With nods to his fellows, and looking quite pleased,
“I offer him gold, as befits a great lord,”
“And I bring him myrrh, the sad scent of a tomb,”
Not wishing disturbance on the passing strange scene,
In my head I heard words, and they soothed my poor soul,