Chicago Botanic Garden’s Eliza Fournier talks about the beauty and benefits of decorating your Christmas tree with items from your own backyard, and shows off the all-natural Wonderland Express holiday train exhibit.
Originally posted 2010-10-05 05:14:45. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
I am a receptionist at a local newspaper, and for the past couple of weeks people from businesses and universities have been bringing in Christmas gifts for our office, (a box of oranges, a plate of holiday cookies, etc.) and I was just wondering what we could do to thank them for such a kind gesture. In some cases, the universities are 20 miles (or more) away and I personally feel like it is such a kind thought to bring gifts and treats to us. What can I do to show them that we are truly appreciative?
Originally posted 2010-10-04 23:07:44. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
In which I take a tongue in cheek approach at sharing one of the Christmas cards I received this year. Despite the silliness, I am so appreciative and truly humbled to have received it. Happy Holidays!
Originally posted 2010-10-05 23:44:48. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Repeat vacations can be far from boring
For many travelers, Christmas and New Year’s getaways tend to be repeats — a trip to a favorite mountain resort or a city near family. But redundancy doesn’t have to be boring.
All the results from Cartmel Show
Lady Moyra Cavendish Challenge Cup, best shorthorn: WH & KM Robinson. Jersey Challenge Cup, best in any other dairy breed classes: H Fearon Jnr.
To send this as an ecard with your personalized greeting and message, please visit www.ojolie.com. Like magic a paper snowflake comes to life with a watercolor painting and more – also great for a party invitation.
Originally posted 2010-10-02 07:22:30. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
BOOK OF THE POEM OF CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE, EDITED BY PORTER & COATES IN 1883 A Visit from Saint Nicholas (aka, Twas the night before Christmas) ‘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 winters 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 …
Originally posted 2010-10-06 16:20:28. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
