Christmas

[Bammer]

I’m looking at the corner where the Xmas tree goes and envisioning putting all the decorations away and it honestly feels like I just did that about a week ago. Time flies.

[tommy]

I’m looking at the corner where the Xmas tree goes and envisioning putting all the decorations away and it honestly feels like I just did that about a week ago. Time flies.

Check all of the other corners of your living room - maybe you did do it last week

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Ours will be up tomorrow

[wease]

Just gotta go get some cable ties for some garland and we’ll be all finished. Christmastime is here.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[knee tunes]

odin's pubes!

[knee tunes]

You tell 'em wea

omg the spaghetto !

[pepperwhiteMFC]

I bought a new tree topper lighted star today. It was 60% off so maybe it was $12?
Then at the checkout they offered me a 1 to 3 year warranty plan on it for upwards of $6.

I mean, I sort of expected I was buying some plastic lighted junk with tinsel on it. If it lasts one year I’m not going to lose my shit.

[Ello Sailor]

Whew!

[pepperwhiteMFC]

It was a whew-moment. I wasn’t buying tires, just some cheap plastic lighted Christmas junk.

[epilogue]

This new Cher Christmas album is really something

[Monkey_Driven]

Started to put up the indoor decorations last night. Hope to get the tree up and decorated tonight after work.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

This new Cher Christmas album is really something

DJ Play a Christmas Song is a bit catchy.

[epilogue]

This new Cher Christmas album is really something

DJ Play a Christmas Song is a bit catchy.

Hell yeah! Drop Top Sleigh Ride is fucking lit, too.

"Tearing up the town on a candy cane high" is the best lyrics of the holiday season!

[epilogue]

Spinning my Xmas playlist at work and just feeling all the warm feels

[bart]

Spinning my Xmas playlist at work and just feeling all the warm feels

is tommy doing work for you?

[epilogue]

Spinning my Xmas playlist at work and just feeling all the warm feels

is tommy doing work for you?

I'd happily hire him!

[tommy]

Spinning my Xmas playlist at work and just feeling all the warm feels

is tommy doing work for you?

I'd happily hire him!

What's your bathroom situation?

[epilogue]

Spinning my Xmas playlist at work and just feeling all the warm feels

is tommy doing work for you?

I'd happily hire him!

What's your bathroom situation?

The worst