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Merry Christmas to you both. And to all here.
Merry Christmas to all as a frequent visitor and infrequent commenter!
Those “Angel Chimes” take me back to family Christmases in the 1970s and who among us would first succumb to uncontrollable irritation at the relentless pinging. Relentless pinging.
I read a bit of someone’s autobiography where they said they were bothered by the noise of the old radiators in their rented house, popping and gurgling all the time. Then they stayed by a river for a while and noticed that the gentle trickling of the river was very like the noise of the radiators, and it never troubled them again.
Merry Christmas all!
Bom Natal
Merry Christmas and a happy new year. (hic) I’ve been having a good time getting together with my uncle’s side of the family and playing silly history quizzes – there was a twist this year that I heartily recommend to other party games: you only have to guess the century, not the year.
So when the host asks about Magellan’s circumnavigation or the birth of Genghis Khan, we get good-natured “15th century? 16th century?” from the players, and people having reasonable amounts of success as they try to estimate a close-enough time period from vague recollections, rather than everyone looking to That One Relative who memorized the trivia book. (You have one, don’t you?)
Merry Christmas to all at this wonderful site
I received a dazzling smile from a little girl in reindeer’s antlers on Christmas morn. Maybe I looked exceptionally handsome and kind at that moment. There again, maybe we two smiled at each other because I could see her face and she could see mine, at a moment when everyone else visible was just a pair of eyes peering over a mask.
🙂
“Except ye become as little children …”
BTW Erik (December 26, 2021 at 9:24 am), I fear I’d be really unpopular at your christmas party – I never needed to memorise ‘the trivial book’.
We had that exact set of chimes when I was a kid. Don’t know what happened to them. I used to clean all the soot off them every year before I put them away.
A belated but Happily overindulged Christmas to one and all.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Thank you Perry. We also had these angels in years past, and seeing one again adds a little more nostalgic magic this year.
Merry Christmas, all.
Today, December 26th in 1991, the Supreme Soviet of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics dissolved itself, following Gorbachev’s resignation the day before as President of that ‘accursed, slave-groaning empire‘ (h/t the late, great Auberon Waugh). It appears to some that the Soviet Union at that point had consisted, for the last four days of its existence, only of Kazakhstan, every other constituent republic having seceded, but nonetheless, it to apply Churchill on V-E Day ‘…There has never been a greater day than this…‘.
And great to see Laird again, you have been sorely missed sir.
I hope all have had a merry time, I am trying to avoid spending too much time drinking 7.5% barley wine in a nearby pub.
Merry Christmas to all from the Sonoran Desert, where we’re gathering to uncork a new (aged) 15% mead! Coyotes beware tonight!
Laird! Long time . . .
Folks, there’s been a Laird spotting!
Ferrox, have you realised that your angels were stolen, and Perry can help you get them back? Where did that film come from?