I’ve been programmed. After years of repeated listening,
these songs are embedded. Dark stormy winter days are
the trigger. It’s like whistling in the dark. It’s very strange.
“As if being eighty-five or ninety
and terrified and talked down to loudly
and pushed around in wheelchairs by the staff
all day weren’t bad enough,
for tonight’s entertainment the local Brownies
have come to sing Christmas carols…”
From the poem by Mary Jo Salter, Brownie Troop #722 Visits the Nursing Home
Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we’ve no place to go,
Let it rez, let it rez, let it rez…
It doesn’t show signs of stopping,
And I brought some corn for popping;
The lights are turned way down low,
Let it rez, let it rez, let it rez…
When we finally say good night,
How I’ll hate going out in the storm;
But if you really hold me tight,
All the way home I’ll be warm.
The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we’re still good-bye-ing,
But as long as you love me so.
Let it rez, let it rez, let it rez…
MERRY NOT-SO-LAGGY XMAS to EVERYONE!
At this time of year I often find myself singing Xmas songs, the ones my grandmother used to sing when I was a kid. That makes me feel good!
funny comic today!
Eidur. I *LOVE* your poem! Hugs
Carolina. Special memories make everything worthwhile.
Rags. Thank you!
Deck the malls with sows and folly
Falalalala la la la la…
Wreck the balls with cows and golly
Falalalala la la la la
Check the calls with rouse and Wally
Okay, I’m ready to eat and go to bed now, after flying all day and not getting home because of snowstorms.
Equal opportunity for other religions:
Have a tequila
Have a tequila
Have a tequila
They’re really small.
dis is very different 4 me… i enjoyed it…..hope u r enjoying ur christmas celebration….