It’s Almost Over Eve

Cozy @ Den's

Cozy @ Den’s

On the eve of one of Capitalism’s’ most treasured events, the crescendo of a carefully orchestrated marketing plan, move product by creating demand through childhood motivation. Who wants junior yanking on their trousers for a new ‘advertised’ toy for Xmas? Give Junior what he wants to get him off your leg. Go to the liquor cabinet and pull out your favorite beverage and raise a glass to Christmas past and make room for Christmas present, CHEERS!!

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18 Responses to It’s Almost Over Eve

  1. º¿carol says:

    HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE! Christmas Eve was always my favorite of the two days. In the evening we went to my Aunt Anna’s house in Delray which is in south west Detroit along the Detroit river. My cousin Sandy was one year older than me so we were close, spent many, many weekends at her house in Delray, walking the alley down to the cow slaughter where we would climb the high fence and sit on top the brick wall, watch the poor cows mucking about in the pens. I never saw one killed, but my cousins did.

    When it got close to midnight we would walk to the Polish Catholic church a few blocks away, cutting through people’s yards, in and out their gates, sometimes actually using the sidewalks. I never did understand why we didn’t just walk along the streets.

    We’d find a pew for midnight mass then try to survive. The mass was in Latin, of course, but the sermon was in Polish. If my cousin and I weren’t fooling around we’d nod off. Hearing the priest drone on and on in Polish was like being hypnotized, *yawn*.

    My Aunt Anna was my dad’s sister. On Christmas Day we would go to Trenton, a suburb, to my mom’s brother’s house. Christmas Eve was always my favorite though, even when my Aunt Anna and Uncle Chet left Detroit for a suburb. Christmas Eve was still at their house, in their basement, I don’t remember us driving off to Delray for midnight mass. Seemed pointless to drive all that way. By then I wasn’t going to church anyway, I was married to Bob and on my way to becoming an Atheist, lol.

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  2. º¿carol says:

    Pete’s are supposed to get her at 2:00 pm. It’s exactly 2:00 as I type this and I’m officially done with every blasted thing I had to do. Once again I was in the kitchen from the time I got up until 20 minutes ago. I deserve to do nothing more today, but of course I’ll have to drag the foods out of the fridge and set all that up. Quincy is here, Jill had to work today, so I’ll have to feed him dinner at 3:00. AND walk him, and it’s been raining all day. I’m so happy it’s not snow. I would hate to have to drag out the snow blower just so everyone can get in and out of our drive, and have a place to park. Yeah, I’ll take the rain.

    Be back later tonight. xox

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  3. David B. Benson says:

    Snow!

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  4. º¿carol says:

    I forgot, the first thing I wanted to post….your daily post at the top of the thread….Nicholas was born in 2010 so I’ve had to shop for presents for him. You can hardly find a coloring book, or puzzle, or back pack, or anything that isn’t themed to match a movie or TV show. I HATE it! Who wants everything to be Dora The Explorer. How about just a rabbit, or tiger on something….not a Tony the Tiger. Everything is mass-marking related and it’s disgusting.

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  5. Den says:

    Happy Christmas wishes to all on this Christmas Eve!

    Cheers!

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  6. º¿carol says:

    The kids are here, sometimes they can be soooo annoying. And they say it’s me, HA!

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  7. David B. Benson says:

    Raw out.

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  8. David B. Benson says:

    Mufon has yet to report on sightings of Santa’s sleigh.

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  9. jim hitchcock says:

    Thanks for the cold rain and snow you sent this way, Den. Jerry Garcia could write a song.

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    • Den says:

      ‘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!
      On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER 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 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,
      HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

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  10. º¿carol says:

    I never got back here last night because guess what? By 9:00 p.m. the rain turned to flurries which created slush, lost Direct TV AND my Exede internet which arrives via the a second satellite on my roof. Internet stayed out the rest of the night. It’s a good thing I have dozens of things to do, don’t need the internet to keep myself entertained, or busy.

    MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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