I really wanted Tanner to stay, to give Jude an even happier yuletide. But maybe it wouldn't be possible to have the yule goat all to himself. Sigh... Perhaps, he'll start to live a little.
I was running through the crowd, my anger driving me on. My feet tapped against the stone floor. Always stone, always marble. Didn’t these people ever want anything else? In this heat, perhaps stone was the only way to go. It was getting increasingly difficult to get anywhere in the throng of people and I had to finally slow down, panting both from running and the heated feelings stirring inside. My whirling thoughts were beginning to slow down. Maybe the mad rush had tempered my mood, dimming t
It's like people think nothing can be done in the new year... I go day by day, just keeping my nose above water. The darkness doesn't really help either...
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Your cats were probably all excited I guess? Who wouldn't be? LOL
I try to keep it simple and we're slowly inching nearer the goal of a relaxing Christmas. Nobody cares if everything isn't perfect.
And in case you managed to shake it: Oh Roooomeooooo... Put on your runing shoes....
Right now I'm just toughing it out, trying to do the bare minimum. Not great, but I so need a few days off. Just eat and relax. Not write year end report and next years strategy...
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I sang too when I wrote it, but couldn't decide on a melody. Since I sing a lot, it sort of came to me. It's a bit of a downer, but the good news is it's a problem that can be solved.
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You're right. A carol isn't something I have ever considered. It seems a bit traditional, but then I realised that was just in my head. I can be me and do a carol.
I was a bit worried about the refrain since it got a bit more solemn then the rest, but I'm glad you feel it works.
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We try and tone it down more and more each year, simply because we don't want to just crash into Christmas. For the past years, we've fled to the country. So nice.
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Rushing through the busy streets
As always somewhat late
People swarm, but no one meets
All fearing to be late
With mounting stress my heart beats
The ticking clock won’t wait
Come Christmas, give us peace of mind
That tranquil rest, so hard to find
Buying presents, trimming tree
All an imagined must
Work continues swamping me
Vacation plans a bust?
All I want is to be free
Leave all this in my dust
Come Christmas, give us peace of mind
That tranquil rest, so hard to find
Oh, why couldn't they finsh Dr McCreepy!? He so has it coming! Then again, if Diarmad gets his hands on him, I think he'll wish he'd died...
I hope my hunch about that tall, dark figure is correct. Poor Noel!
So nice to see them again! And to get an insight in the troubles of parenting older kids. Makes me wonder how often I will jump to the wrong conclusion when my kids grow up.
The guys gave me the warm fuzzies. Much needed on this dark and stormy night...