Holiday Fouls

Holiday Fouls

My sister loves to sing.  She loves to sing, but admittedly has very little talent in this department.  Despite this shortcoming, she loves Christmas because caroling is for all.  She belts at the top of he lungs every “hallelujah,” every “Silent Night,” every “partridge in a pear tree.”

The height of her holiday ecstasy is Handel’s Messiah Sing-A-Long.  The public event is inviting, and accepting, of all.

Imagine her surprise when one year she was told to shut up because she wasn’t very good.

This season, give a gift, and let all sing along.

‘Tis the Season–for Holiday Crazy

‘Tis the Season–for Holiday Crazy

Friend 1:  My wife set up the Mr. and Mrs. Frosty on the front lawn last night.  It took her three hours to do it.  When she was done, I said “Honey, that’s very nice, but our boys don’t stand outside and look at them from the sidewalk.  How about you turn them around and make them face into the window?”

Friend 2: Don’t you think it’s kind of creepy to have them looking in your window?

What Blew In

What Blew In

We were lucky enough to lose only one tree and two days of power.  The rest of the neighborhood had a lot more downed trees, blown leaves, and toppled fences.

This is my favorite picture from the windstorm.  This tree was full of leaves the day before, and was pretty bare the day after.  I did always think those leaves made it feel overdressed.  This, on the other hand, makes it look . . . um . . . like it’s flashing its fruit. More pictures here.
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