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Saturday, December 24, 2016

Twas the Night Before Christmas

Yep, another throwback. Merry Christmas, everyone!

A Visit from St. Nicholas (with art by Mayor Gia)
By Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;


That is a lie.
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 my 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 a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he 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 Blixen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"



As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop 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 pedler 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 on 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 bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;



Now he's just bragging.
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!”



MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! And if you need more Mayor Gia Christmas, check out the oldie but goodie Nativity Story !

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Throwback Thursday: Santa and the Naughty Elf, Revisited

Remember Santa and the Naughty Elf from a few years ago? I thought it'd be fun to check in and see how they're doing this year. 






It's not that Gia Elf isn't happy for Santa Boyfriend, it's just that Santa Boyfriend needs to be a little more sensitive to the fact that not everyone skips a meal and loses 6 pounds.




Gia Elf is sure the cookies are unrelated to the weight loss. They're magical Christmas cookies.




She'll be a fun addition to the sleigh this year!




So Santa Boyfriend and Gia Elf tackled present delivery as a couples activity, and they both loved it. 



And they had the best Christmas ever. 


All the presents got delivered. And then Santa took a nap for 45 days. 




Merry Christmas!

Monday, December 19, 2016

Kitty Caroling






I'm trying to be festive you guys, but kitty is still having #LitterboxProblems. I now have her on special food to dissolve the crystals. 

Oh, and the vet prescribed her opiates for the pain.





Yep. When she's not bouncing off the walls, she's actually pretty cuddly. But I can't stress her out by bringing her to my parents house like usual for the holidays. Sigh. 



Yep. Poor kitty baby angel princess. 

Monday, December 12, 2016

#LitterboxProblems


What kind of problems, you ask?


SIGH. Without going into details, this started happening a lot: 


I wasn't entirely sure of the problem(s), so I told my cat-owning coworker about it. She promptly said this:


Kitty is the center of my universe, so I reacted appropriately.

Seriously, I left work early that day to get kitty in. 


After checking her out and taking some tests, the vet noticed that her bladder was too tiny to get a urine sample there. So she said these fateful words:


Yep. The things I do for this stupid ball of fur and claws. I spent all Saturday morning trying to collect enough pee from her to get tested. 

No, she doesn't actually pee into the jar. Instead, I had to replace her litter with these beads that don't absorb anything and then *gag* collect the pee in the jar. Shudder.
It was traumatic for everyone. 

Kitty seems to be feeling better, though, and I should have her test results soon. In the meantime, I've scrubbed her litterbox and everything in my apartment. Ugh.