Ode dear
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Christmas time is here again. Convention says "be jolly" but really you just put on weight and spend a lot of lolly. The kids wake up excited. They've got their Christmas fix. You think it's nice despite the fact it's only ten past six. There are stockings full of presents. They're filled right to the brim, but the parents get no thanks because, of course, they came from "him". You watch them rip the paper. Their eyes are open wide. Then straight back to the stocking as there's plenty more inside. "It's what I've always wanted" is always good to hear even though it's said ten times every single year. You wander to the sitting room. It is very clear to see that above the mound of presents is the summit of a tree. The Christmas songs are playing. You smile, but in the main, you hear the same songs every year and it drives you quite insane. There's someone in the kitchen. The short straw they have got. They have twenty different vegetables in twenty different pots. The turkey's done, it weighs a ton. It really is a crime as you never ever purchase one except at Christmas time. So, lots of food, a glass of wine, a slice of Christmas pud and a block of cheese which leaves you feeling really not so good So get your coat and have a walk to burn a little off but then on your return a cheeky mince pie you will scoff. The end of day approaches. Out comes the part-baked bread and for a change your plate contains cold meat and cheese instead. Television, lots of toys, the room is full of sounds. It's then you see the Mini-Heroes start to make their rounds. The kids are tired, they go to bed. Asleep in less than two. They've really had a blast and yet they haven't got a clue. You look around. The room's a mess. You slump down in a heap. "Wouldn't miss it for the world" you think, and then you fall asleep.
He's making a database He's sorting it twice SELECT * from contacts WHERE behavior = 'nice' SQL Clause is coming to town (stolen from Twitter)
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Christmas time is here again. Convention says "be jolly" but really you just put on weight and spend a lot of lolly. The kids wake up excited. They've got their Christmas fix. You think it's nice despite the fact it's only ten past six. There are stockings full of presents. They're filled right to the brim, but the parents get no thanks because, of course, they came from "him". You watch them rip the paper. Their eyes are open wide. Then straight back to the stocking as there's plenty more inside. "It's what I've always wanted" is always good to hear even though it's said ten times every single year. You wander to the sitting room. It is very clear to see that above the mound of presents is the summit of a tree. The Christmas songs are playing. You smile, but in the main, you hear the same songs every year and it drives you quite insane. There's someone in the kitchen. The short straw they have got. They have twenty different vegetables in twenty different pots. The turkey's done, it weighs a ton. It really is a crime as you never ever purchase one except at Christmas time. So, lots of food, a glass of wine, a slice of Christmas pud and a block of cheese which leaves you feeling really not so good So get your coat and have a walk to burn a little off but then on your return a cheeky mince pie you will scoff. The end of day approaches. Out comes the part-baked bread and for a change your plate contains cold meat and cheese instead. Television, lots of toys, the room is full of sounds. It's then you see the Mini-Heroes start to make their rounds. The kids are tired, they go to bed. Asleep in less than two. They've really had a blast and yet they haven't got a clue. You look around. The room's a mess. You slump down in a heap. "Wouldn't miss it for the world" you think, and then you fall asleep.
Paddington Bear wrote:
The kids wake up excited. They've got their Christmas fix. You think it's nice despite the fact it's only ten past six.
There were 9 kids in my family; we started asking our parents if we could get up at 1:00 AM. The answer was, "No." Fifteen minutes later, someone else goes in... repeat the question. Repeat until they realize they are not going to get any more sleep. We never had to go through all of the kids.
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Paddington Bear wrote:
The kids wake up excited. They've got their Christmas fix. You think it's nice despite the fact it's only ten past six.
There were 9 kids in my family; we started asking our parents if we could get up at 1:00 AM. The answer was, "No." Fifteen minutes later, someone else goes in... repeat the question. Repeat until they realize they are not going to get any more sleep. We never had to go through all of the kids.
My parents had a strict "You Will Not Wake Mom Up Before H:MM (no I don't remember the exact time anymore) OR ELSE" policy. Dad was generally up before then; but unlike Mom he is one of those unnatural morning people.
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason? Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful? --Zachris Topelius Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies. -- Sarah Hoyt
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Christmas time is here again. Convention says "be jolly" but really you just put on weight and spend a lot of lolly. The kids wake up excited. They've got their Christmas fix. You think it's nice despite the fact it's only ten past six. There are stockings full of presents. They're filled right to the brim, but the parents get no thanks because, of course, they came from "him". You watch them rip the paper. Their eyes are open wide. Then straight back to the stocking as there's plenty more inside. "It's what I've always wanted" is always good to hear even though it's said ten times every single year. You wander to the sitting room. It is very clear to see that above the mound of presents is the summit of a tree. The Christmas songs are playing. You smile, but in the main, you hear the same songs every year and it drives you quite insane. There's someone in the kitchen. The short straw they have got. They have twenty different vegetables in twenty different pots. The turkey's done, it weighs a ton. It really is a crime as you never ever purchase one except at Christmas time. So, lots of food, a glass of wine, a slice of Christmas pud and a block of cheese which leaves you feeling really not so good So get your coat and have a walk to burn a little off but then on your return a cheeky mince pie you will scoff. The end of day approaches. Out comes the part-baked bread and for a change your plate contains cold meat and cheese instead. Television, lots of toys, the room is full of sounds. It's then you see the Mini-Heroes start to make their rounds. The kids are tired, they go to bed. Asleep in less than two. They've really had a blast and yet they haven't got a clue. You look around. The room's a mess. You slump down in a heap. "Wouldn't miss it for the world" you think, and then you fall asleep.
Who composed this?
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My parents had a strict "You Will Not Wake Mom Up Before H:MM (no I don't remember the exact time anymore) OR ELSE" policy. Dad was generally up before then; but unlike Mom he is one of those unnatural morning people.
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason? Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful? --Zachris Topelius Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies. -- Sarah Hoyt
We do the main presents after dinner and just before going to the midnight service on the 24th, the grils have never GOTTEN up early on Christmas Day! :-D
veni bibi saltavi
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Paddington Bear wrote:
The kids wake up excited. They've got their Christmas fix. You think it's nice despite the fact it's only ten past six.
There were 9 kids in my family; we started asking our parents if we could get up at 1:00 AM. The answer was, "No." Fifteen minutes later, someone else goes in... repeat the question. Repeat until they realize they are not going to get any more sleep. We never had to go through all of the kids.
I always slept until my natural morning hours (9:30 - 10:30), after all the presents would still be there... that and I have a rather deep sleep :D
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My parents had a strict "You Will Not Wake Mom Up Before H:MM (no I don't remember the exact time anymore) OR ELSE" policy. Dad was generally up before then; but unlike Mom he is one of those unnatural morning people.
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason? Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful? --Zachris Topelius Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies. -- Sarah Hoyt
Right there with you. We also had the rule that we could not go down stairs until Mom & Dad had went down and turned on the lights before giving the okay.
Mongo: Mongo only pawn... in game of life.
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Who composed this?
That'd be me. Was just one of those days at work where the brain refused point blank to play ball...
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Christmas time is here again. Convention says "be jolly" but really you just put on weight and spend a lot of lolly. The kids wake up excited. They've got their Christmas fix. You think it's nice despite the fact it's only ten past six. There are stockings full of presents. They're filled right to the brim, but the parents get no thanks because, of course, they came from "him". You watch them rip the paper. Their eyes are open wide. Then straight back to the stocking as there's plenty more inside. "It's what I've always wanted" is always good to hear even though it's said ten times every single year. You wander to the sitting room. It is very clear to see that above the mound of presents is the summit of a tree. The Christmas songs are playing. You smile, but in the main, you hear the same songs every year and it drives you quite insane. There's someone in the kitchen. The short straw they have got. They have twenty different vegetables in twenty different pots. The turkey's done, it weighs a ton. It really is a crime as you never ever purchase one except at Christmas time. So, lots of food, a glass of wine, a slice of Christmas pud and a block of cheese which leaves you feeling really not so good So get your coat and have a walk to burn a little off but then on your return a cheeky mince pie you will scoff. The end of day approaches. Out comes the part-baked bread and for a change your plate contains cold meat and cheese instead. Television, lots of toys, the room is full of sounds. It's then you see the Mini-Heroes start to make their rounds. The kids are tired, they go to bed. Asleep in less than two. They've really had a blast and yet they haven't got a clue. You look around. The room's a mess. You slump down in a heap. "Wouldn't miss it for the world" you think, and then you fall asleep.
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We do the main presents after dinner and just before going to the midnight service on the 24th, the grils have never GOTTEN up early on Christmas Day! :-D
veni bibi saltavi
Nagy Vilmos wrote:
grilshave never GOTTEN up early on Christmas Day!grills??? I wasn't aware that grilling was a traditional part of Christmas cooking for any meal; never mind breakfast. :laugh:
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason? Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful? --Zachris Topelius Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies. -- Sarah Hoyt