Festive Greetings thread for everyone.

A place to post all your greetings.

 

I would like to thank Skip for this lovely forum.
And Zen for keeping it going.

 

A special wish to all the Mods.

 

For all my forum friends. xxx

 

Happy Christmas candy!

Thanks for the year.

 

I hope you have a wonderful Christmas with baby. xxx
Next year we all pray will get better. xxxx

 

Bless you both. xxx
You have both supported me through troubled times.

 

I also want to thank Skip for his dedication to the website that keeps us all mentally healthy.

 

I too wish the mods a very merry Christmas and also a cracking new year. Personally... I think we all deserve a new 2020.

 

I too would like to thank all of my forum besties on here. Without you I will be in Broadmoor grieving for those who got me there.

 

A lovely photo from Macy's NYC for YOU Rainbow. xxxx

 

I too would wish Candy Gal a merry Christmas. Candy has a sweet taste!

 

I agree with where RBecca is coming from. Candy's heart holds us all together.

 

oh my poor santa looks as though he read my christrmas wish list!

 

That is one of my favourite all-time photos. xxxx

 

buick hubcaps break dancing in the sky, the bells of trams through subsurfaced piles of snow on the ground and the smell of pine needles and purrfect strangers being purfact friends.
we wish you a merry solstice in another four days.

 

My main memory of Christmas in my school days was when they discovered that I could not sing, I was left to do the reading.

Since I cannot read it to you all, you will have to read it for yourselves.

“A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.”
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arriving at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.

All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.

 

Adele sung by Candy, showing off her new stockings.