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Little Drummer Boy Lyrics


Posted in Christmas
September 18, 2010 by Lisa

little drummer boy figuresLittle Drummer Boy
Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That’s fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum

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4 Kitchen Christmas Gifts for College Students


Posted in Christmas
September 17, 2010 by Lisa

breakfast makerLiving away from home for the first time is exciting and wonderful, but without the right kitchen utensils, it can be tempting for college students to resort to a diet of pizza, burgers and frozen microwaveable meals. Here are five simple kitchen Christmas gifts that will make it easy for them to whip up a healthy meal and still make it to class in time.

Breakfast maker – These all-in-one coffee maker, toaster oven and frying pan combo devices are great for space-challenged rooms and apartments. Pop a bagel in the toaster oven, fry an egg over easy on the top and brew a cup of java all at the same time.

Crock pot – For easy fix-and-forget meals, nothing beats a crockpot. Your student can chop up some vegetables and meat, throw them in the crockpot, rush off to class, and come home to a home-cooked meal. It’s also great for handling all the cooking while your student crams for tests. Give this gift with a good crock pot cookbook and your college student will never be at a loss for a no-fuss way to fix a meal.

crock pot cookbookRice cooker – Next to a crock pot, a rice cooker may be one of the best kitchen appliances for a college student. It’s great for making perfect brown or white rice every time, and you can also get cookbooks with meal ideas for your rice cooker.

Indoor grill – Thanks to George Foreman, almost everyone now knows the benefit of indoor grills. Indoor grills are wonderful kitchen Christmas gifts because they’re great for making burgers, steaks, grilled chicken, or even for frying bacon, and they can do it quicker than a traditional oven so your student can get back to studying.
Blender – Smoothies can be a great on-the-go drink for busy students, and a blender is essential for whipping up one of these healthy drinks. (Students may also love it for the ability to mix up margaritas, but that’s another story.)

Any of these items can be purchased for less than $50 at most department stores, superstores or online retailers offering kitchen appliances. Pair them with a cookbook and you’ll have kitchen Christmas gifts your college student will be happy to see – particularly if they’re tiring of pizza three times a week. 🙂

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Decorating Your Christmas Tree with a Theme


Posted in Christmas
September 16, 2010 by Lisa

penguin ornamentMillions of Americans put up a Christmas tree each year in their homes during the holidays. Whether it’s real or artificial, the tree will be decorated to share the Christmas spirit. Everyone has a different way or tradition of decorating the tree, and for many people that means choosing a theme for the tree. Some people choose a new theme each year, while others have the same theme every season. If you’re thinking about decorating your tree with a theme for the first time, here are some things to consider.

Choosing a Theme
There are many ways you can create a theme-based tree. Some people like to select a color as their theme, so all of their decorations are chocolate, or lavender, or pink, or even the colors of their favorite sports team. This is one of the easiest ways to create a theme-based tree. Other people get more complex and decorate around a particular character or line of characters. They might choose Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, angels, Disney or Star Wars. Still others decorate their trees based on professions, hobbies or kinds of animals, such as firefighting, music or penguins. You can also choose to create a theme based on a concept such as vintage Christmas. The possibilities are endless, so your first task is deciding what type of theme you’d like.

Setting Expectations
If you’ve never created a theme tree, you may start out with an elaborate plan in your mind to have, say, only gold-colored tree decorations related to music, only to discover later that it’s much harder to find those particular items than you ever imagined. Or you might be able to find a few, but not enough to make the tree look the way you pictured it in your imagination. Before you set your idea in stone, check stores such as OrnamentShop to see if there are enough products that meet your requirements to help you fully decorate your tree the way you imagine.

Planning Ahead
If you’re planning to decorate your Christmas tree with a particular theme, you’ll need to decide on the theme and start shopping for your Christmas tree decorations early. Many people begin purchasing decorations in October and November, so you’ll also want to get started around that time to get the best selection. To be sure you get exactly the Christmas tree decorations you want for your tree, make a list of decorations that fit your theme and start shopping early. That will give you time to order online or search several local stores if you can’t immediately find a particular item.

Once you have everything you think you’ll need to decorate your theme tree, give yourself plenty of time to do the actual decorating before throwing a big party or inviting the entire family over. You may still find you have too many or too few items to make the tree’s theme just perfect. But with a little adjustment, you’ll soon be able to get it just right. And then you can sit back and listen to everyone’s compliments on your great theme Christmas tree.

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Do You Want to Scrooge Yourself? Bah-Humbug!


Posted in Christmas
September 12, 2010 by Lisa

Christmas Sharpei Dog postcardYou’ve probably heard of Elf Yourself, the enormously popular site that lets you put your face and those of your friends and family on singing, dancing elves. But how about Scrooge Yourself? Yes, you can become Ebezener Scrooge.

OfficeMax (the company that sponsors Elf Yourself) also used to run ScroogeYourself.com, but it now redirects to ElfYourself.com. But if you still want to Scrooge yourself, never fear!

JibJab can make your wish a reality. JibJab offers dozens of videos “Starring You” that let you upload your own images and become part of the action in funny video ecards. They have birthday videos, Halloween videos, and, of course, Christmas videos. One of them is a humorous greeting that lets you add your face and up to those of four other people in a much-shortened, irreverent adaptation of Charles Dicken’s “Christmas Carol” book. So if you’ve always dreamed of playing the part of Scrooge (or Tiny Tim!), here’s your chance to be a star. Click here to Scrooge yourself!

You’ll need to be a member of JibJab to personalize and Scrooge yourself in this video, but you can get a trial membership for only $1, which will give you access to the Christmas Carol video, as well as all the other animated Christmas videos and greetings. A variety of other videos are available even without the trial membership.

Bah-humbug!

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The Fir-Tree by Hans Christian Andersen


Posted in Christmas
September 12, 2010 by Lisa

charlie brown christmas treeA short Christmas story by Hans Christian Andersen. Reprinted by permission of the Houghton-Mifflin Company.

The Fir-Tree

Out in the woods stood a nice little Fir-tree. The place he had was a very good one; the sun shone on him; as to fresh air, there was enough of that, and round him grew many large-sized comrades, pines as well as firs. But the little Fir wanted so very much to be a grown-up tree.

He did not think of the warm sun and of the fresh air; he did not care for the little cottage children that ran about and prattled when they were in the woods looking for wild strawberries. The children often came
with a whole pitcher full of berries, or a long row of them threaded on a straw, and sat down near the young tree and said, “Oh, how pretty he is! what a nice little fir!” But this was what the Tree could not bear to hear.

At the end of a year he had shot up a good deal, and after another year he was another long bit taller; for with fir-trees one can always tell by the shoots how many years old they are.

“Oh, were I but such a high tree as the others are!” sighed he. “Then I should be able to spread out my branches, and with the tops to look into the wide world! Then would the birds build nests among my branches; and when there was a breeze, I could bend with as much stateliness as the others!”

Neither the sunbeams, nor the birds, nor the red clouds, which morning and evening sailed above them, gave the little Tree any pleasure.

In winter, when the snow lay glittering on the ground, a hare would often come leaping along, and jump right over the little Tree. Oh, that made him so angry! But two winters were past, and in the third the tree
was so large that the hare was obliged to go round it. “To grow and grow, to get older and be tall,” thought the Tree–“that, after all, is the most delightful thing in the world!”

In autumn the wood-cutters always came and felled some of the largest trees. This happened every year; and the young Fir-tree, that had now grown to a very comely size, trembled at the sight; for the magnificent
great trees fell to the earth with noise and cracking, the branches were lopped off, and the trees looked long and bare; they were hardly to be recognized; and then they were laid in carts, and the horses dragged
them out of the woods.

Where did they go to? What became of them?

In spring, when the Swallows and the Storks came, the Tree asked them, “Don’t you know where they have been taken? Have you not met them anywhere?”

The Swallows did not know anything about it; but the Stork looked musing, nodded his head, and said: “Yes, I think I know; I met many ships as I was flying hither from Egypt; on the ships were magnificent
masts, and I venture to assert that it was they that smelt so of fir. I may congratulate you, for they lifted themselves on high most majestically!”

“Oh, were I but old enough to fly across the sea! But how does the sea look in reality? What is it like?”

“That would take a long time to explain,” said the Stork, and with these words off he went.

“Rejoice in thy growth!” said the Sunbeams, “rejoice in thy vigorous growth, and in the fresh life that moveth within thee!”

And the Wind kissed the Tree, and the Dew wept tears over him; but the Fir understood it not.

When Christmas came, quite young trees were cut down; trees which often were not even as large or of the same age as this Fir-tree, who could never rest, but always wanted to be off. These young trees, and they
were always the finest looking, retained their branches; they were laid on carts, and the horses drew them out of the woods.

“Where are they going to?” asked the Fir. “They are not taller than I; there was one indeed that was considerably shorter; and why do they retain all their branches? Whither are they taken?”

“We know! we know!” chirped the Sparrows. “We have peeped in at the windows in the town below! We know whither they are taken! The greatest splendour and the greatest magnificence one can imagine await them. We peeped through the windows, and saw them planted in the middle of the warm room, and ornamented with the most splendid things–with gilded apples, with gingerbread, with toys, and many hundred lights!”

“And then?” asked the Fir-tree, trembling in every bough. “And then? What happens then?”

“We did not see anything more: it was incomparably beautiful.”

“I would fain know if I am destined for so glorious a career,” cried the Tree, rejoicing. “That is still better than to cross the sea! What a longing do I suffer! Were Christmas but come! I am now tall, and my
branches spread like the others that were carried off last year! Oh, were I but already on the cart. Were I in the warm room with all the splendour and magnificence! Yes; then something better, something still
grander, will surely follow, or wherefore should they thus ornament me? Something better, something still grander, MUST follow–but what? Oh, how I long, how I suffer! I do not know myself what is the matter with
me!”

“Rejoice in our presence!” said the Air and the Sunlight; “rejoice in thy own fresh youth!”

But the Tree did not rejoice at all; he grew and grew, and was green both winter and summer. People that saw him said, “What a fine tree!” and toward Christmas he was one of the first that was cut down. The axe
struck deep into the very pith; the tree fell to the earth with a sigh: he felt a pang–it was like a swoon; he could not think of happiness, for he was sorrowful at being separated from his home, from the place
where he had sprung up. He knew well that he should never see his dear old comrades, the little bushes and flowers around him, any more; perhaps not even the birds! The departure was not at all agreeable.

The Tree only came to himself when he was unloaded in a courtyard with the other trees, and heard a man say, “That one is splendid! we don’t want the others.” Then two servants came in rich livery and carried the
Fir-tree into a large and splendid drawing-room. Portraits were hanging on the walls, and near the white porcelain stove stood two large Chinese vases with lions on the covers. There, too, were large easy chairs,
silken sofas, large tables full of picture-books, and full of toys worth hundreds and hundreds of crowns–at least the children said so. And the Fir-tree was stuck upright in a cask that was filled with sand: but no
one could see that it was a cask, for green cloth was hung all around it, and it stood on a large gayly coloured carpet. Oh, how the Tree quivered! What was to happen? The servants, as well as the young ladies,
decorated it. On one branch there hung little nets cut out of coloured paper, and each net was filled with sugar-plums; and among the other boughs gilded apples and walnuts were suspended, looking as though they
had grown there, and little blue and white tapers were placed among the leaves. Dolls that looked for all the world like men–the Tree had never beheld such before–were seen among the foliage, and at the very top
a large star of gold tinsel was fixed. It was really splendid–beyond description splendid.

“This evening!” said they all; “how it will shine this evening!”

“Oh,” thought the Tree, “if the evening were but come! If the tapers
were but lighted! And then I wonder what will happen! Perhaps the other
trees from the forest will come to look at me! Perhaps the sparrows will
beat against the window-panes! I wonder if I shall take root here, and
winter and summer stand covered with ornaments!”

He knew very much about the matter! but he was so impatient that for
sheer longing he got a pain in his back, and this with trees is the same
thing as a headache with us.

The candles were now lighted. What brightness! What splendour! The
Tree trembled so in every bough that one of the tapers set fire to the
foliage. It blazed up splendidly.

“Help! Help!” cried the young ladies, and they quickly put out the fire.

Now the Tree did not even dare tremble. What a state he was in! He was
so uneasy lest he should lose something of his splendour, that he was
quite bewildered amidst the glare and brightness; when suddenly both
folding-doors opened, and a troop of children rushed in as if they would
upset the Tree. The older persons followed quietly; the little ones
stood quite still. But it was only for a moment; then they shouted so
that the whole place reechoed with their rejoicing; they danced round
the tree, and one present after the other was pulled off.

“What are they about?” thought the Tree. “What is to happen now?” And
the lights burned down to the very branches, and as they burned down
they were put out, one after the other, and then the children had
permission to plunder the tree. So they fell upon it with such violence
that all its branches cracked; if it had not been fixed firmly in the
cask, it would certainly have tumbled down.

The children danced about with their beautiful playthings: no one looked
at the Tree except the old nurse, who peeped between the branches; but
it was only to see if there was a fig or an apple left that had been
forgotten.

“A story! a story!” cried the children, drawing a little fat man toward
the tree. He seated himself under it, and said: “Now we are in the
shade, and the Tree can listen, too. But I shall tell only one story.
Now which will you have: that about Ivedy-Avedy, or about Klumpy-Dumpy
who tumbled downstairs, and yet after all came to the throne and married
the princess?”

“Ivedy-Avedy!” cried some; “Klumpy-Dumpy” cried the others. There was
such a bawling and screaming–the Fir-tree alone was silent, and he
thought to himself, “Am I not to bawl with the rest?–am I to do nothing
whatever?” for he was one of the company, and had done what he had to
do.

And the man told about Klumpy-Dumpy that tumbled down, who
notwithstanding came to the throne, and at last married the princess.
And the children clapped their hands, and cried out, “Oh, go on! Do go
on!” They wanted to hear about Ivedy-Avedy, too, but the little man
only told them about Klumpy-Dumpy. The Fir-tree stood quite still and
absorbed in thought; the birds in the woods had never related the like
of this. “Klumpy-Dumpy fell downstairs, and yet he married the princess!
Yes! Yes! that’s the way of the world!” thought the Fir-tree, and
believed it all, because the man who told the story was so good-looking.
“Well, well! who knows, perhaps I may fall downstairs, too, and get a
princess as wife!” And he looked forward with joy to the morrow, when
he hoped to be decked out again with lights, playthings, fruits, and
tinsel.

“I won’t tremble to-morrow,” thought the Fir-tree. “I will enjoy to
the full all my splendour. To-morrow I shall hear again the story of
Klumpy-Dumpy, and perhaps that of Ivedy-Avedy, too.” And the whole night
the Tree stood still and in deep thought.

In the morning the servant and the housemaid came in.

“Now, then, the splendour will begin again,” thought the Fir. But they
dragged him out of the room, and up the stairs into the loft; and here
in a dark corner, where no daylight could enter, they left him. “What’s
the meaning of this?” thought the Tree. “What am I to do here? What
shall I hear now, I wonder?” And he leaned against the wall, lost in
reverie. Time enough had he, too, for his reflections; for days and
nights passed on, and nobody came up; and when at last somebody did
come, it was only to put some great trunks in a corner out of the way.
There stood the Tree quite hidden; it seemed as if he had been entirely
forgotten.

“‘Tis now winter out of doors!” thought the Tree. “The earth is hard and
covered with snow; men cannot plant me now, and therefore I have been
put up here under shelter till the springtime comes! How thoughtful that
is! How kind man is, after all! If it only were not so dark here, and
so terribly lonely! Not even a hare. And out in the woods it was so
pleasant, when the snow was on the ground, and the hare leaped by;
yes–even when he jumped over me; but I did not like it then. It is
really terribly lonely here!”

“Squeak! squeak!” said a little Mouse at the same moment, peeping out
of his hole. And then another little one came. They sniffed about the
Fir-tree, and rustled among the branches.

“It is dreadfully cold,” said the Mouse. “But for that, it would be
delightful here, old Fir, wouldn’t it?”

“I am by no means old,” said the Fir-tree. “There’s many a one
considerably older than I am.”

“Where do you come from,” asked the Mice; “and what can you do?” They
were so extremely curious. “Tell us about the most beautiful spot on the
earth. Have you never been there? Were you never in the larder, where
cheeses lie on the shelves, and hams hang from above; where one dances
about on tallow-candles; that place where one enters lean, and comes out
again fat and portly?”

“I know no such place,” said the Tree, “but I know the woods, where the
sun shines, and where the little birds sing.” And then he told all about
his youth; and the little Mice had never heard the like before; and they
listened and said:

“Well, to be sure! How much you have seen! How happy you must have
been!”

“I?” said the Fir-tree, thinking over what he had himself related. “Yes,
in reality those were happy times.” And then he told about Christmas
Eve, when he was decked out with cakes and candles.

“Oh,” said the little Mice, “how fortunate you have been, old Fir-tree!”

“I am by no means old,” said he. “I came from the woods this winter; I
am in my prime, and am only rather short for my age.”

“What delightful stories you know!” said the Mice: and the next night
they came with four other little Mice, who were to hear what the tree
recounted; and the more he related, the more plainly he remembered all
himself; and it appeared as if those times had really been happy
times. “But they may still come–they may still come. Klumpy-Dumpy fell
downstairs and yet he got a princess,” and he thought at the moment of a
nice little Birch-tree growing out in the woods; to the Fir, that would
be a real charming princess.

“Who is Klumpy-Dumpy?” asked the Mice. So then the Fir-tree told the
whole fairy tale, for he could remember every single word of it; and the
little Mice jumped for joy up to the very top of the Tree. Next night
two more Mice came, and on Sunday two Rats, even; but they said the
stories were not interesting, which vexed the little Mice; and they,
too, now began to think them not so very amusing either.

“Do you know only one story?” asked the Rats.

“Only that one,” answered the Tree. “I heard it on my happiest evening;
but I did not then know how happy I was.”

“It is a very stupid story. Don’t you know one about bacon and tallow
candles? Can’t you tell any larder stories?”

“No,” said the Tree.

“Then good-bye,” said the Rats; and they went home.

At last the little Mice stayed away also; and the Tree sighed: “After
all, it was very pleasant when the sleek little Mice sat around me and
listened to what I told them. Now that too is over. But I will take good
care to enjoy myself when I am brought out again.”

But when was that to be? Why, one morning there came a quantity of
people and set to work in the loft. The trunks were moved, the Tree was
pulled out and thrown–rather hard, it is true–down on the floor, but a
man drew him toward the stairs, where the daylight shone.

“Now a merry life will begin again,” thought the Tree. He felt the fresh
air, the first sunbeam–and now he was out in the courtyard. All passed
so quickly, there was so much going on around him, that the Tree quite
forgot to look to himself. The court adjoined a garden, and all was in
flower; the roses hung so fresh and odorous over the balustrade, the
lindens were in blossom, the Swallows flew by, and said, “Quirre-vit! my
husband is come!” but it was not the Fir-tree that they meant.

“Now, then, I shall really enjoy life,” said he, exultingly, and spread
out his branches; but, alas! they were all withered and yellow. It was
in a corner that he lay, among weeds and nettles. The golden star of
tinsel was still on the top of the Tree, and glittered in the sunshine.

In the courtyard some of the merry children were playing who had danced
at Christmas round the Fir-tree, and were so glad at the sight of him.
One of the youngest ran and tore off the golden star.

“Only look what is still on the ugly old Christmas tree!” said he,
trampling on the branches, so that they all cracked beneath his feet.
And the Tree beheld all the beauty of the flowers, and the freshness in
the garden; he beheld himself, and wished he had remained in his dark
corner in the loft; he thought of his first youth in the woods, of the
merry Christmas Eve, and of the little Mice who had listened with so
much pleasure to the story of Klumpy-Dumpy.

“‘Tis over–’tis past!” said the poor Tree. “Had I but rejoiced when I
had reason to do so! But now ’tis past, ’tis past!”

And the gardener’s boy chopped the Tree into small pieces; there was a
whole heap lying there. The wood flamed up splendidly under the large
brewing copper, and it sighed so deeply! Each sigh was like a shot.

The boys played about in the court, and the youngest wore the gold star
on his breast which the Tree had had on the happiest evening of his
life. However, that was over now–the Tree gone, the story at an end.
All, all was over; every tale must end at last.

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