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Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Merry X-mas and a Happy New Year!

С Рождеством Христовым и
С новым годом!
Merry Christmas and
a Happy New Year!

La Russophobe will be on hiatus of respect as the world celebrates its most solemn and joyful week of the year, hoping for renewal and peace on Earth, from December 25 through January 1. The next post will appear on Tuesday, January 2, 2007, which is La Russophobe's nine-month anniversary. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Peace on Earth, Good will towards men! What La Russophobe wants for Christmas, and her New Year's resolution, should be no secret to anyone. She thanks all her readers and contributors for their fellowship in 2006, and hopes we can all redouble our efforts in 2007 to struggle against the rise of the neo-Soviet Union.

La Russophobe's Christmas Card to Readers and Contributors

"There were in the same country shepherds, abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, an angel of the Lord appeared before them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid! But the angel said unto them: 'Fear not! For, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, tis Christ, the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you: Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger!' And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the Heavenly Host praising God, and singing: 'Glory to God in the Highest, and on Earth peace, good will toward men.'"

"That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown." - Linus Van Pelt


Twas the Night before Christmas

Twas the night before X-mas, and 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 ma 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, on Donner 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 head, 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,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

4 comments:

cammi said...

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Thank you for your sterling work!

The Ranger said...

Merry Christmas . Thank you for the good post during the year.

Steven Montgomery said...

Merry Christmas. I look forward to your posts. Keep up the good work.

FrankHew said...

Cammi and The Ranger and Steven Montgomery got it about right. Lavelle is a typical smarmy leftist apologist for Putin. He's for sale. He's a Useful Idiot, self-designated in importance with zero moral authority or intellectual originality. He'll say anything in exchange for a paycheck. He doesn't even believe half of what he says. He's a paid liar.