Minions for Christmas

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Song Lyric Sunday ~ I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas

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Christmas time can be so stressful and many people make it a terribly serious affair. So I thought it might be a good thing to bring some fun in here and what better event to use than Song Lyric Sunday :-). Have fun!!!!

I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas” is a Christmas novelty song written by John Rox (1902–1957)[1][2][3][4][5][6][7] and performed by Gayla Peevey (10 years old at the time) in 1953. The song peaked at number 24 on Billboard magazine’s pop chart in December 1953.[8]….”
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
Don’t want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
I don’t think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won’t have to use our dirty chimney flue
Just bring him through the front door,
that’s the easy thing to do

I can see me now on Christmas morning,
creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise
when I open up my eyes
to see a hippo hero standing there

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too

Mom says the hippo would eat me up, but then
Teacher says a hippo is a vegeterian.
(Short Music Interlude)
There’s lots of room for him in our two-car garage
I’d feed him there and wash him there and give him his massage

I can see me now on Christmas morning,
creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise
when I open up my eyes
to see a hippo hero standing there

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles or rhinoceroseses
I only like hippopotamuseses
And hippopotamuses like me too!

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This post takes part in Helen’s wonderful “Song Lyric Sunday”. I am a bit naughty and do not follow her prompts but I hope you like my contribution anyway. Here you can find her latest “Song Lyric Sunday” posts and other bloggers songs.

Here are Helen’s suggestions for taking part in Song Lyric Sunday:

Please feel free to join Song Lyric Sunday with one of your own.  We love sharing music!

Here are the “rules”:

  1. Post the lyrics to a favorite song or a new song you want to share
  2. I’ve started including who wrote the song. (I think it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due)
  3. Make sure you also credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics
  4. Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song
  5. Ping back to this post or my own Song Lyric Sunday post
  6. Read at least one other person’s blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process
  7. Check out the new badge for Song Lyric Sunday!  Feel free to start using it in your posts or add it to your site to show you are participating.

Poem at night ~ NO

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lights shine on dark needles

Parcels, cookies and forced cheer

No ~ Jesus’s birthday isn’t known

 

 

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Poem at night: In the bleak Midwinter

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Is it hypocritic to write about the dominance of Christianity in today’s culture and media just a post before and then go back and post a famous Christmas poem? Maybe. However, I was raised in this culture and being aware of a dominance doesn’t mean to me to “discriminate” against that part of the culture.

This morning I want to showcase a poem and song that I love very much: “In the bleak Midwinter” by Christina Rossetti. She wrote the poem in the late nineteen hundreds but it was published posthumously in 1904.

You can find the lyrics of the poem at the above link but I let another lady tell you the story :-). The lovely Julie Andrews via YouTube:

Poem on Friday ~ I'm dreaming of a wild Christmas

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Oh dear Christmas is soon upon us and I wrote this one a few year back:

I’m dreaming of a wild Christmas

I’m dreaming of a wild Christmas.
Not like the ones I used to know:
Where empty shelves do glisten
And children listen
To hear stories in the snow.

I’m dreaming of a wild Christmas
With every chicken I do sell
May our souls learn happiness and light
And forget about going shopping and our pride.

(Sorry Mr Crosby….)

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A Christmas Guest: A Novel by Anne Perry/ A Christmas Guest: A novel von Anne Perry

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A Christmas Guest: A Novel (Christmas Stories, #3)A Christmas Guest: A Novel by Anne Perry

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

A strong-minded and very Victorian elderly lady gets send off to spend her Christmas with her daughter-in-law who has married an actor. Her granddaughter she is living with will spend Christmas in France an outrage in itself and on top of all an aunt of her daughter-in-laws new husband will spend it with them. She is far travelled and has a love for life and all its experiences that melts the lady’s heart. Unfortunately she passes away over night which seems very odd to the lady. So she goes and investigates.

I have seldom enjoyed a book so much like I enjoyed this. Anne Perry brings Victorian times alive through her characters who are mainly trapped in Victorian convention, in their secrets as well as their passions. You might expect who the killer is but it is intriguing to find out why.
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Eine willenstarke und sehr viktorianische aeltere Dame wird zu Weihnachten zu ihrer Schwiegertochter verfrachtet, die einen Schauspieler geheiratet hat. Ihre Enkelin, bei der sie lebt, wird Weihnachten naemlich in Frankreich, ein Skandal an sich, verbringen. Zudem muss sie sich auch noch mit der Tante des neuen Ehemannes abfinden, die weitgereist ist und das Leben und alle seine Erfahrungen liebt. Die Dame findet sie jedoch gegen ihre Erwartungen liebenswert. Ungluecklicherweise verstirbt die Weitgereiste ueber Nacht, was der Dame sehr spanisch vorkommt. So macht sie sich auf und ermittelt.

Ich habe selten ein Buch so genossen wie dieses. Anne Perry laesst Viktorianische Zeiten durch ihre Charaktere, die in Viktorianischen Normen aber auch in ihren Geheimnissen und Leidenschaften gefangen sind, lebendig werden. Man mag wissen, wer der Killer ist aber es ist faszinierend herauszufinden, warum.

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