Sunday, 19 December 2010

Saturday, 18 December 2010

christmas cards for the mums

two mums to make christmas cards for ... well one special Mum and one special mother in law ...

Sunday, 14 November 2010

have you been good ??

oh my goodness better now let my lovely grandchildren know this !!

Monday, 1 November 2010

its snowing

oooo can you see those little snowflakes falling ...

happy crafting and happy snowballs 

Sunday, 31 October 2010

a cosy little home

oooo Just love this image dont you ?

I could imagine walking along back along this little path from the church and going inside the lovely little home to have hot chocolate and brownies

the snow is still falling but you feel all cosy and warm inside snuggled up on the sofa ...

oooooo must stop ranting or it will turn into a novel

happy crafting

Saturday, 30 October 2010

santa's about

watch out santa's about

ooops sorry just one more poo poem

Mice Poop
On Christmas Eve as I was snug in my bed,
Guess what some little creatures were doing instead?
Little mice were making their stops
And of course they left their teeny-tiny plops.
And now this Christmas I present to you
This little bag of mice doo-doo!

Sunday, 24 October 2010

reindeer poo poems

 For all the souls who hate the noise
Of Christmas cheer and lights and toys
For Mr. Scrooge, and Mrs. too,
Here's a little gift for you ...
A lump of coal won't be enough
To make up for the shine and fluff,
So, here's a scoop of reindeer p00p
To offset all that Christmas Goop !!! 

Reindeer - 
I woke up with such a scare when I heard Santa call... 
"Now dash away, dash away, dash away all! 
I ran to the lawn and in the snowy white drifts,
those nasty reindeer had left "little gifts".
I got an old shovel and started to scoop
neat little piles of "reindeer poop".
But to throw them away, seemed such a waste,
So I saved them, thinking ~ you might like a taste! 
As I finished my task, which took quite awhile,Old Santa passed by and he sheepishly smiled.And I heard him exclaim as he rose in the sky
"Well, they're not potty trained, but at least they can fly!


Christmas is coming and so are the deer
listen closely and you will hear, 
And 'long with them comes a special treat, 
Reindeer droppings for you to eat!


Christmas is coming
along with Santa's reindeer.
Listen closely on Christmas Eve
and maybe you'll hear.
While Santa leaves gifts
tied with ribbons and bows
the reindeer leave droppings
in neat little rows. 


Santa's been makin' his list and checkin' it twice
He knows that you've been naughty - not nice. . . . . 
Since coal is so expensive here's the scoop
Santa has left you Snowman Poop!

Wednesday, 20 October 2010

santa in a pickle

What a tangled web we weave
When first we try to light the eave
A jumbled mess of bulbs and wire
Almost enough to uninspire!
But soon enough the job is done
We've even found the burned out one!
We've trimmed the tree and lit the hedge
And even strung the rooftop edge

Traditional ending:

And the dancing lights, both bright and clear
Mean Christmastime is finally here!

Religious ending:

And standing back, the dancing light
Reminds us of that sacred night
When one bright star lit up the way
That led to where the Christ-child lay.

Humorous ending:

And gazing at the festive hues,
We hope it doesn't blow a fuse!
Humorous ending about a family joke:

And standing back, our tactless spouse
Says "Christmas threw up on our house!"

cannot claim credit for the poems but find them in this link and thank you

a christmas email

I have a list of people I know, all logged in my computer,
And now at Christmas time I have gone to take a look.
And that is when I realize that these names are a part,
Not of the computer they're stored in, but of my heart.
For each name stands for someone who has crossed my path sometime,
And in that meeting they've become the rhythm in each rhyme.
And while it sounds fantastic for me to make this claim,
I feel that I'm composed of each remembered name.
And while you may not be aware of any special link,
Just meeting you has changed my life, a lot more than you think!
For once I have met somebody, the years cannot erase,
The memory of a pleasant word (or E-mail) or of a friendly face.
So never think my Christmas E-mails are just a mere routine,
Of names upon an address list, forgotten in between.
For when I do a Christmas E-mail that is addressed to you,
It's because you're on the list of people I'm indebted to.
And whether I have known you for many years or few,
In some way you have been a part of shaping things I do.
And now that Christmas has come, I realize anew,
The best gift life can offer is meeting people like you.

cannot claim credit for this lovely poem ... just found it whilst searching the internet ...

happy crafting


santa is stuck !!

well just couldnt resist this little santa ... how ever is he going to get out of this mess then ??

happy crafting 


Tuesday, 19 October 2010


well that it folks as they say ...

now looking forward to making and uploading my "this year cards"

I am hoping that I can see some improvement in my creative skills from last year ...

thanks for looking and love to hear your comments

another three from last year

a couple more from last year

three christmas cards

found quite a few cards from last year so decided to upload these first 

Sunday, 17 October 2010

a traditional poem rather long but worth a read

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!

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.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
'Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!'


How to say Merry Christmas in many languages
Merry Christmas can be said in many  ways, in many different languages.
Here are some ways people in different countries say Merry Christmas:

Armenia- Shenoraavot Nor Dari
Belgium- Zalig Kerstfeest 
Brazil- Boas Festes
- Tchestita Koleda 
Chinese- Sing Daan Faai Lok
Croatia- Sretan Bozic 
Czechloslavakia- Prejame Vam Vessele Vanoce
Denmark- Glaedelig Jul
England- Happy Christmas
 Estonia- Roomusaid Joulu Puhi
Finland- Hyvaa Joulua
France- Joyeux Noel
Germany- Froehliche Weihnachten
Greece- Kala Christouyenna
Hungary- Kellemes Karacsonyi unnepeket
Iceland- Gledileg Jol
Indonesia- Selamat Hari Natal
Iraq- Idah Saidan Wa Sanah Jadidah
Ireland- Nodlaig Shona Dhuit
Italy- Buon Natale
Japan- Shinnen Omedeto 
Korea- Sung Tan Chuk Ha
Latvia- Prieci'gus Ziemsv'tkus 
Lebanon- Milad Saeed 
Lithuania- Linksmu Kaledu
Malaysia- Selamat Hari Natal
Mexico- Feliz Navidad
Netherlands- Vrolijk Kerstfeest
Norway- God Jul 
Philippines- Maligayang Pasko 
Poland- Wesolych Swiat Bozego Narodzenia
Portugal- Boas Festas
Rumania- Craciun fericit
Russia- Pozdravlyau s prazdnikom  Rozhdestva  
Serbia- Hristos se rodi 
Slovakia- Vesele vianoce
Spain- Feliz Navidad
Sweden- God Jul
Thailand- Suksan Wan Christmas 
United States- Merry Christmas
Vietnam- Chuc Mung Giang Sinh
Wales- Nadolig Llawen

Saturday, 16 October 2010

a few things for a christmas giggle

Q. What did the bald man say when he got a comb for Christmas?
A. Thanks, I'll never part with it!

Q. Why did they let the turkey join the band?
A. Because he had the drum sticks.

Q. What do you when if you cross an apple with a Christmas tree?
A. A pineapple.

Q. What did the big candle say to the little candle?
A. I'm going out tonight.

Q. Why wasn't the turkey hungry at Christmas time?
A. He was stuffed!

Q. Why does Santa Claus go down the chimney on Christmas Eve?
A. Because it soots him.

Q. What kind of ball doesn't bounce?
A. A snowball!

Q. What's the best thing to put into Christmas pie?
A. Your teeth!

Q. What do you get when you eat the Christmas decorations?
A. Tinsel-itus.

Q. Why does Scrooge love Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer?
A. Because every buck is dear to him.

Q. If athletes get athletes foot, what do astronauts get?
A. Missletoe!

Q. What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus?
A. Claustrophobic.

Q. What does Santa like to eat?
A. A jolly roll.

Q. How does Santa take pictures?
A. With his North Pole-aroid.

santa key

two little poems for the santa key 

Dear Santa,

We don't have a chimney

and I was worried as could be.

About how you'd bring my 

presents to my family and me.

But now I've solved the problem

And I'm not sad anymore,

For hanging from this ribbon

is the key to our front door.

or ... 

Our stockings hang upon a wall.
We have no fireplace at all!
You see the problem is quite clear.
Santa, how will you get in here?

We heard a legend. Is it true?
Of magic only you can do.
We'll leave out any plain old key,
and mark it "Santa" so you can see.

Your magic makes the key fit right,
so you can get inside that night.
Thank you Santa, here's our key.
The milk and cookies are on me!

Friday, 15 October 2010

A friend is like a snowflake

Every friend is like a snowflake,

Unique in beauty and design,

Each sparkles in a different way,

Some playful some refined,

But unlike a fragile snowflake

that fades when the sun appears,

                                                  Friends grow yet more beautiful,

                                                        with every passing year

magic reindeer food


          A little poem and some recipes for Christmas Eve 

Sprinkle on the lawn at night,
The moon will make it sparkle bright.
Santa's reindeer fly and roam,
This will guide them to your home!
Colored crystal sugar (cake decorating sugar)
Dried apple slices
Cinnamon sticks

Put ingredients together in a bowl and mix.
On Christmas Eve, sprinkle on your lawn to help Santa's reindeer find your house.

Mix bird seed, dry oatmeal or cereal (such as cheerios, rice krispies, or grape nuts flakes), and red or green colored sugar crystals
note: these recipes are safer for birds- and small children- than recipes using glitter.

snowman poem

A little poem that I find is liked by all my grandchildren 

I made myself a snowman

As perfect as could be

I thought I’d keep it as a pet

And let it sleep with me

I made it some pyjamas

And a pillow for its head

And then last night it ran away

But first it wet the bed

or another little one

A chubby little snowman had a carrot nose.
Along came a bunny and what do you suppose?
That hungry little bunny, looking for his lunch
Ate that little snowman's nose
- Nibble, Nibble, Crunch