Monday, December 19, 2011

Christmas Mysteries

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
and pretend that he's a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman,
until the alligators knock him down.

wait, wait, wait.... who are the alligators and why are they knocking down our snowman?

OK, I'm finding that there are several renditions of these lyrics, but this is the version that I put in a document of songs several years back.  I don't remember where I got them and now I can't find this version on the intenets anywheres....

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

GPS mis-directions

But if you do . . . you'll end up in Washington D.C.

Sunday, December 4, 2011


So finding myself alone in the house, not counting dogs and cat, and having imbibed a few seasonally appropriate "winter ales", I find myself singing out loud many a Christmas carol, though I hardly bring to mind more than a line or two of the lyrics.  But the pleasant affects of seasonal ales sends my freed and loosened cerebrum upon many a lesser road not taken journey, and so I find my myself pondering life's greater mysteries. . . such as "Just what is wassailing?" 

Wikipedia: Wassailing.