Have
fun and I hope you enjoy my little bit of Christmas!
A Very Merry Christmas To You & Yours!
Some Things to
Try
A nice tradition
to start if you have kids is to have them go through thier toy bin and
pick out something to give to a child less fortunate.
Go to a lot and pick out your tree,
if possible a lot that you can cut your own. It's a great family activity.
Popcorn and cranberry garlands are
always fun and easy to put together. Just be sure and use a blunt needle
when kids are involved.
Ways you can help
Others
First
contact your local Volunteer Center. They will have information on local
food and toy drives for needy families.
Just
remember that volunteers are needed in many different areas. If you have
a skill of any kind you could help make the Holidays a much happier time
for those less fortunate than yourself.
Christmas
is a time of giving and your most precious gift is that of yourself!
This is for my Aunt Bela
who always loved Betty Boop. She may never see it but it's for her all
the same.
Here's a couple
of christmas poems you might enjoy. I wish I knew who to credit but as
of now I don't. If you know the author let me know and I'll be sure and
include thier name.
The
True Meaning of Christmas
Teach the Children
...
Teach them the old
meaning of Christmas
That seems to have
been forgotten
Teach them that ...
The shining star is
...
the heavenly sign of
promise long ago.
The countless stars
at night now show
that God sent us a
Savior long ago
Red is the first color
of Christmas
To remind us of the
blood Christ shed for all of us
The Christmas Tree
...
is the second
color of Christmas
Green all year long
to symbolize hope
Needles pointing heavenward
to remind us to turn
our thoughts toward heaven
The Christmas Bell
...
Used to find lost sheep
Now reminds us
To return to the "fold"
for guidance
Candles and Christmas
lights ...
show our thanks
for the star long ago
Small lights to mirror
the star light long ago
Bows on our presents
...
represent Good Will
Forever
Just as the bows tie
our packages together
so are all men tied
together in good will
Candy canes ...
A shepherd's crook
To bring the strays
back to the fold
and remind us that
we are our brother's keepers
A Christmas Wreath
...
A perfect round
Never beginning and
never ending
Just like love ...
ours and God's
The Net Before Christmas
(By: Jim Trudeau & Jay Truedeau .. 1991
With apologies to Clement C. Moore)
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the nets
Not a mousie was stirring, not even the pets.
The floppies were stacked by the modem with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The files were nestled all snug in a folder
The screen saver turned on, the weather was colder.
And leaving the keyboard along with my mouse
I turned from the screen to the rest of the house.
When up from the drive there arose such a clatter
I turned to the screen to see what was the matter.
Away to the mouse I flew like a flash,
Zoomed open a window in fear of a crash...
The glow from the screen on the keyboard below
Gave an electronic luster to all my macros.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a little sleigh icon with eight tiny reindeer
And a tiny disk driver so SCSI and quick
I knew in a nano it must be Saint Nick.
More rapid than trackballs his cursors they came,
He whistled and shouted and faxed them by name.
"Now Flasher! Now Dasher! Now Raster and Bixel!
On Phosphor! On Photon! On Baudrate and Pixel!
To the top of the stack. To the top of the heap."
Then each little reindeer made a soft beep.
As data that before the wild electrons fly,
When they meet with a node, mount to the drive,
So up to the screentop the cursors they flew
With a sleigh full of disks and databits, too.
And then in a twinkling I heard the high whine
Of a modem connecting at a baud rate so fine.
As I gazed at the screen with a puzzling frown
St. Nicholas logged on though I thought I was down.
He was dressed all in bytes from header to footer
And the words on the screen said "Don't you reboot 'er."
A bundle of bits he had flung on his back
And he looked like a programmer starting his hack.
His eyes how they glazed, his hair was so scary,
His cola was jolt, not flavored with cherry.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a GIF
And the pixels of his beard sure gave me a lift.
The stump of a routine he held tight in his code
And I knew he had made it past the last node.
He spoke not a word but looked right at me
And I saw in a flash his file was .SEA.
He self-decompressed and I watched him unfold,
Into a jolly old elf, a sight to behold.
And the whispering sound of my hard drive's head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He went straight to his work without saying a word
And filled all the folders of this happy nerd.
And 'tis the whole truth, as the story is told,
That giving a nod up the window he scrolled,
He sprang to the serial port as if truly on fire
And away they all flew down the thin copper wire.
But I heard him exclaim as he scrolled out of sight
"Happy Christmas to All, and to all a good night."
Welcome
to my Christmas Page