Sunday, January 11, 2009

Belated Blogging

Two of my favorite young friends and their schoolmates decorating the evergreens in our nearby park with cute handmade (and bird friendly) ornaments.
Here's G and J, partners-in-all-crimes-against-boys, plotting their next dastardly deed.

Meanwhile, G's brother, the talented Master W, blissfully unaware of aforementioned plot against his species, was busy seeing how many cookies can fit into one mouth.

Here's Herr Winter helping Hillary, Holly, and Hugh hang lights for the Homeless at Hillhurst.

Next stop: The 13th Annual, "What Happens at the 51% Christmas Party Stays at the 51% Christmas Party" Party. Oops, that is unless 'someone' has a blog. There are just no words to describe what happens when these ya-yas convene but I'll try.

It's the ol' Pick one or Steal One deal.
And in the Spirit of the Season, we kicked, screamed, scratched and clawed over, and
otherwise politiely exchanged ornaments.
Maria shows off her successful snag of a skeleton.

..and no self-respecting home should be without a Day of the Dead nutracker, right?

This one came with its own firecrackers packed inside! (Do they know that these women are AA poster children?)

And YOU could have had your very own wired-up Barbie Christmas tree topper? Good job, Margaret!
Honestly... fought over!
The moon was in Capricorn, so the usually unladylike Lisa was subdued.
Perhaps Pia spiked her drink with valium too?) so.. she is not on double-secret probation unlike a certain Someone names mentioned, Susan, posing here with the Hurricane Ike creation.. and then...

Don't Ask..Don't Tell!

Next day, Barbara brunched us with more hair of the dog cat... that bit ya and provided her very own cat for entertainment. Note to self: Do not bother kitty on hunt for shiny objects unless you'd like to draw back a bloody stump.

Isabella plied the cat with mimosas or we plied Isabella with mimosas and vicey versey. versa visa, vissa vulvas, somehow the rabid feline was tamed.

We continued the conversatin', carolin', carousin', and a little bit o' crying. Ok, no caroling.
But it can't all be goofy girls-only can it? No. we must have some testosterone in here. Luckily, I only had to behave myself a little when we visited our neighbors. Look at Liberace Mike's candelabra! He plays beautifully. Let's take up a collection to buy him a tux for his Carnegie Hall debut.
Then we had to be among the first to test out the new IceHouse they built in our neighborhood. How nice of them! Time to get the Houston Holidays started. (In Canada, one must say one is "on Holiday" - not vacation. More sofees-tee-kated dontcha know? ) Ice House, where one can sit outside drinking the beverage of your choice year-round. Score one for Houston.

We detoxed the next night at a peaceful retreat with our friend Sue... wonderful evening with just a smidge of adult beverages and her gourmet cooking... let the pound packing-on begin!

Here's Granddad working off a few of those calories by pinning his fearsome opponents.

And now, boys and girls.. time for our belated Christmas poem...

'Twas the Night before Christmas when all through the Hook 'em Horns House..not a creature was stirring, except Kelsey's mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care.. in hopes that St. Tommaso soon would be there.

The children weren't nestled all snug in their beds - while visions of bacon treats danced in dogs' heads.

Christine in minus 20, both of us with a cap
her son, Evan ,
settled down for his long winter's nap.

When out in his room, Colman caused such a clatter..
the dogs arose from their beds to see what was the matter.

The sun on the breast of the Canadian snow
gave the lustre of twilight to objects below.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
but two tiny grandsons with smiles so dear.
Mr. Winter at the Wii, his driver lively and quick.
We knew in a moment it must be Faldo, Nick.
More rapid than birdies,
Riley's eagles they came.
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
On Tiger, On Vijay, On Norman and Nicklaus - On Palmer, On Immelman, On Johnson and Mickles (poetic license)

As dry snow that before the wild blizzard does fly
when they meet with your windshield do cause you to cry. Party on at the new house of Stacey and Trey
eat, drink and be merry
for tomorrow's Christmas Day!

Kels' eyes, how they twinkled, Jordy's dimples -- how merry.
Jakey's lips were all rosy from eating candied cherries.

Leslie spoke not a word but went straight to his work.
teaching T to be safe - don't be a jerk.

The stockings were filled with fun thing like books -
'bout sea creatures and mermaids and pirates with hooks.

Kels sprang to his 'sleigh' to his team gave a whistle
and away they all flew down the driveway like missiles.

But I heard him exclaim 'ere he drove out of sight.
Merry Christmas to all! Tyler, Cody, Good night!


Sada said...

very cute! Good times. How busy you were. Looks like a lot of fun :)

Holly Higgins said...

Busy, busy, busy Jane!

Love the cute poem and photos. Especially the picture of the man and the little boy holding the gun. Only in the USA!

Love HH (the oldest) xo

Sandel said...

Wow, you guys had a very busy Christmas this year. I hope that you had a great time and have many more.

The Kelso-Winter Family said...

we crammed seeing a ton of friends into the short time we were there... probably way more than we'd have seen in a whole year ordinarily. But it was all fun.

Canadian Mum said...

What a wonderful "holiday" you had Jane and Charlie! I just love reading your blogs Jane. You are so, so creative! Looking forward to the next holiday blog you have... wink, wink!ggins

Canadian Mum said...

What a wonderful "holiday" you had Jane and Charlie! I just love reading your blogs Jane. You are so, so creative! Looking forward to the next holiday blog you have... wink, wink!

sjl said...

The kids loved your words captured a classic "Willem cookie move"!
Love you in our lives.