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Winter gold: the sparrow's footprints in the snow.
Snowlight, moonlight, a confusion of paw-prints.
Some of the snowballs have a kind of animal energy. Not just because of the materials inside them, but in the way that they appear caged, captured.
The frolic architecture of the snow.
Best of all are the decorations the grandchildren have made ~ fat little stars and rather crooked Santas, shaped out of dough and baked in the oven.
All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find.
there is silence - the holy silence of winter, broken only by the pings of snowflakes meeting their siblings on the ground, and the soft shushing of the sleigh.
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.
Winter is coming.
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
Oh, I know. They're dwarfs pretending to be elves.
No, they're not dwarfs either.
Okay, okay, they're "little people," I'm sorry! Can't believe I have to be politically correct when you're the only one who can hear me.
Elves - You can't live with them and there's just no resale value.
It is cold outside.Cold-- Gul Yildiz
If you don't believe it's elves, that's your problem. I know it's elves.
A CHRISTMAS CAROL
There are bears in the mountains,
It was the night before Christmas...
And all through the house not a creature was stirring ...
Not even a ... bear ?
Nordlings. The men before men, creatures of great power and incredible cruelty.
Afrikander cattle.
Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress.
How COULD they endure my happiness, if I did not put around it accidents, and winter-privations, and bear-skin caps, and enmantling snowflakes!
Christmas music fills our ears with tales of a Palestinian miracle birth, a generous Turkish saint whom the Dutch dressed in a red suit, and a Druid ceremonial tree ... I
A barn with cattle and horses is the place to begin Christmas; after all, that's where the original event happened, and that same smell was the first air that the Christ Child breathed.
Snowball just leads elves on, elves and Santas. He is playing a dangerous game.
Elle slammed the reindeer cookie cutter down and viciously yanked the extra dough from around it. Her mother, brother, and sisters all stopped to stare at her. "Whoa. Put the reindeer down gently and step away from Santa,
It's a foolish girl who waits for Santa.
Where do the ducks go in the winter?
Oh, when I was a kid, I was poor. Christmas, I got no presents. Well, there was one Christmas, on our front lawn - Prancer and Dancer - they dropped off a little something.
When you think about it, Alaska is also near the North Pole, so she must also be friends with Santa.
Carnivorous unicorns, I thought.
Moose are the squirrels of Alaska.
Last Christmas they sat beside the hearths
Secure, together, cracking roast chestnuts
Or stale jokes about holies and ivies
As red wines cooled down another hot year
Today, even the vines threaten to stream
The streets with banners of another fire.
Christmas is the alcoholidays
If Mitt Romney was Santa Claus, he would fire the reindeer and outsource the elves.
Santa is like a queen bee. All the elves are his drones, who exist to feed him royal jelly, which I guess would be milk and cookies. If an elf escapes and eats royal cookies, it will turn into another Santa. That's what all those mall Santas are. They're trying to start their own festive colonies.
Imagine if fire extinguishers were full
of snow. Imagine the fun we could have.
Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.
So you say there is no Father Christmas, You say there is no Santa Claus Reindeer cannot fly, it's all a grown-up lie...
What kind of Christmas present would Jesus ask Santa for?
With snow came the kites, once the rulers of Kabul's winter skies, now timid trespassers in territory claimed by streaking rockets and fighter jets.
So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.
They were lined with the pelts of cast-off teddy bears. There was no vanity in winter.
Why are trains so popular at Christmas? People get on to meet their country over the holidays.
Orphans, dead parents, lonely children at Christmas, morose spoken word recordings, everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven.
You have got to be kidding. Where'd they find it?"
"I like to think it was Santa finally coming through on years of passionate but ignored childhood letters.
Gingerbread houses
with gumdrops and peppermint
and marshmallow snow.
A saguaro can fall for a snowman but where would they set up house?
In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.
There is a remarkable breakdown of taste and intelligence at Christmastime. Mature, responsible grown men wear neckties made of holly leaves and drink alcoholic beverages with raw egg yolks and cottage cheese in them.
More weapons hidden on his body than hallelujah-singing angels, dangling from a Christmas tree.
What is a country without rabbits and partridges? They are among the most simple and indigenous animal products; ancient and venerable families known to antiquity as to modern times; of the very hue and substance of Nature, nearest allied to leaves and to the ground.
I wish we could get a real tree," Bug says. "Then at least we'd have one real tradition, since that whole Santa thing's a bust. I mean, if parents are gonna make up a cool story, at least do it realistically. Like, have the guy use FedEx or something-no way reindeer can fly with all that weight.
What an idiot Santa is for flying around alone. Because who would want to travel the world without another person's heartbeat beside him?
In the southern hemisphere, covering the Christmas tree with fake snow even though winter has nothing to do with the birth of Christ.
The road to Christmasland is paved in dreams!
Penguins skate. Penguins spin. Penguins love to make you grin.
If flurries be the food of quests, snow on.
These days, NORAD's peak period of public visibility is at Christmastime when it tracks the course of Santa and his sleigh.
Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old,
their beards of icicles and snow.
A swooshing sound broke the predawn silence. A tiny marmoset monkey and an ostrich pushed a cardboard box labeled "Donations" through the snow.
In a fit of Christmas spirit, Kaden had equipped her with a red and green holiday collar, complete with several jingle bells.
Their own little pornographic elf.
They run like deer, jump like deer and think like deer.
The snow melted before they could make a footprint in it. Their lives ended before they even knew what they could be.
Turkeys, quails, and small birds, are here to be seen; but birds are not numerous in desart forests; they draw near to the habitations of men, as I have constantly observed in all my travels.
The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows ...
Here and there great branches had been torn away by the sheer weight of the snow, and robins perched and hopped on them in their perky conceited way, just as if they had done it themselves.
When the holly's in the red
And the pine is in the green,
When the mornings all are frosty,
In a brilliant silver sheen
Then I love to go a' walking
Rambling here and there, quite slow,
Plucking greenery and berries;
Wishing for a Christmas snow
It's the Kalkara. they're hunting.
Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimbley!
Every mile is two in winter
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph on a bad-tempered camel.
Sorry, but all I can think about are those people who were stranded in the snow and had to eat one another.
Winter was coming; the
Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night ...
Department store Santas are apparently being trained to lower children's expectations about toys because of the recession. Yeah, it's weird when you ask Santa for a train set and he's like, 'Yeah, how 'bout a bus token?
The outdoor Christmas lights, green and red and gold and blue and twinkling, remind me that most people are that way all year round
kind, generous, friendly and with an occasional moment of ecstasy. But Christmas is the only time they dare reveal themselves.
Santa was a fake.
I've forgotten about these things all winter, but here they are again, and when I see them I remember them, I know them, I greet them as if they are home.
At Christmas, all roads lead home.
The first snow always startles. It covers the tricycle in the driveway, turning its frame into an abstact sculpture that says: See how quickly yesterday turns into today.
THE DOLLS' CHRISTMAS
He had done nothing on Christmas day, just wandered around outside in the frozen woods. Hard ground, chill winds and bare branches that looked like they'd been dipped in sugar. None of it seemed real, like walking around in a desolate dream, but one he didn't want to wake up from.
winter was coming.
A solution to stop gang banging: SNOW!!
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
The madness of Christmas is not to be resisted by any human means. It either stealthily creeps or crudely batters its way into every fastness or fortress of prudence all over the land.
They talke of Christmas so long, that it comes.
grandmothers. Elephants
Christmas renews our youth by stirring our wonder. The capacity for wonder has been called our most pregnant human faculty, for in it are born our art, our science, our religion.
Santa Claus has already been here and everything. Want to see what he brought for you?"
"Is it a big present?"
"Very big."
"With a big red bow on it?
It is winter time, my friend; buy couple of breads; find a place calm and quiet and feed the birds; and for this action of yours, ask no more reward than their cheerful singings!
Apparently their numerous tattoos gave them protection against the cold as they had no coats.
Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer, had a very shiny nose. And if you ever saw him, you would even say it glows.
You remember when you were a kid growing up, and believed in Santa Claus? There's not much difference between Santa Claus and me today, you know. We're two overweight lovable guys that kids really enjoy.
(1) Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes. (2) Wild geese that flew with the moon on their wings. (3) Bright copper kettles. (4) Doorbells and sleighbells and schnitzel with noodles.
The sacredness of Christmas: glory to God in the highest holy heavens, peace on earth and goodwill to all people.
Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Santa Claus Lane!
I've survived a winter in Siberia when I was ten."
"What were you doing in a Siberia at ten years old?" Boyd asked dubiously.
"Searching for Santa Claus" (Sin)
The day wears on. The light fades. It snows harder with each passing hour. Up and down Main, Christmas lights wink on.