I left home when I was 18, but still went home every Christmas.
I left England when I was 21. In the following years, before my parents both died, I was only “Home on Christmas Day” three times.
Though I made my own family Christmases here in South Africa, it is just not the same, celebrating Christmas in a very hot country, in the middle of summer.
Christmas will always feel a little sad to me.
So here is Elvis to sing it like it is.
Wishing those of you who celebrate it;
Merry Christmas;
and those of you who do not;
Happy Holidays.
And sparing a thought for those who are lonely or sad at this time of year and sending you a Sunbeam!
post script: In the spirit of re-using last year’s Christmas wrapping paper, I am re-cycling last year’s Christmas post; because you can’t say it any better than Elvis.
Traditions fall away or are no longer viable (you can’t build a snowman without snow) so you have to start new ones. This is the fifth time I have recycled this post and it is now my new tradition. My Old Faithful (followers) will no doubt remember this post and join in the tradition.
If you have trouble watching this video, you could try here Elvis 1,Elvis 2, or Elvis 3, or just search on YouTube for “Elvis, I’ll be home on Christmas Day.” It is worth the effort to hear Elvis singing this lovely song.
Research has shown that laughing for two minutes is just as healthy as a twenty minute jog. So now I’m sitting in the park laughing at all the joggers.
– Unknown
At this time of year I stop worrying about all the exercising and dieting. Yeah, we may eat, drink and be merry, but we also dash around like headless chickens trying to get everything done.
I left home when I was 18, but still went home every Christmas.
I left England when I was 21. In the following years, before my parents both died, I was only “Home on Christmas Day” three times.
Though I made my own family Christmases here in South Africa, it is just not the same, celebrating Christmas in a very hot country, in the middle of summer.
Christmas will always feel a little sad to me.
So here is Elvis to sing it like it is.
Wishing those of you who celebrate it;
Merry Christmas;
and those of you who do not;
Happy Holidays.
And sparing a thought for those who are lonely or sad at this time of year and sending you a Sunbeam!
post script: In the spirit of re-using last year’s Christmas wrapping paper, I am re-cycling last year’s Christmas post; because you can’t say it any better than Elvis.
Traditions fall away or are no longer viable (you can’t build a snowman without snow) so you have to start new ones. This is the fourth time I have recycled this post and it is now my new tradition. My Old Faithful (followers) will no doubt remember this post and join in the tradition.
If you have trouble trying to watch this video, you could try here Elvis 1,Elvis 2, or Elvis 3, or else just search on YouTube for “Elvis, I’ll be home on Christmas Day.” It is worth the effort to hear Elvis singing this lovely song.
While many of my WP Followers up in the North are digging themselves out of snow drifts, it is full on summer down here in Cape Town.
I shall be busy with family: sipping champagne under the shade of the ancient giant oaks; strolling along endless white sand beaches while the wind whips a cool breeze in our faces; and enjoying many afternoon teas with a backdrop of vineyards and mountains.
But it’s not all rosy down here at this time of year. Or rather, it is far too rosy!
As you roast your chestnuts on an open fire, with Jack Frost nipping at your nose, spare a thought for those of us in the Southern Hemisphere, who are roasting in our own particular way at this time of year.
To get an idea of what it is like, put your turkey in the oven and turn the temperature up high. Open the oven door, sit in front of it and let the heat waft over you – for 15 hours.
That’s our Christmas!
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Though I won’t be around as often as usual for the next month or so, I will pop by WP now and then.
May these Angel Chimes make Heavenly Music in your ears!
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As a kid we always had Angel Chimes on the table at Christmas and New Year. Along with the traditional paper crackers, they made the festive season more – festive!
The heat from the candles makes the angels slowly spin round. It brings a little magic to the evening to hear the angels tinging away as each taps the bells in turn.
Here in South Africa I spent many years looking for my own set of Angel Chimes, till finally one year I did find them, in a large department store. They played their Heavenly Music on my table every Christmas and New Year throughout my own kid’s childhood. Sadly, the Angel Chimes finally succumbed to metal fatigue and died.
Another gap trying to find new chimes. There were none to be found anywhere.
Then a few years ago my daughter happened to be in Scotland and stumbled across a specialty Christmas shop; in summer! Inside she found these Angel Chimes, that had been made in Sweden! She instantly bought them for me.
Now I could celebrate the festive season properly again.
I left home when I was 18, but still went home every Christmas.
I left England when I was 21. In the following years, before my parents both died, I was only “Home on Christmas Day” three times.
Though I made my own family Christmases here in South Africa, it is just not the same, celebrating Christmas in a very hot country, in the middle of summer.
Christmas will always feel a little sad to me.
So here is Elvis to sing it like it is.
Wishing those of you who celebrate it;
Merry Christmas;
and those of you who do not;
Happy Holidays.
And sparing a thought for those who are lonely or sad at this time of year and sending you a Sunbeam!
post script: In the spirit of re-using last year’s Christmas wrapping paper, I am re-cycling last year’s Christmas post; because you can’t say it any better than Elvis.
Traditions fall away or are no longer viable (you can’t build a snowman without snow) so you have to start new ones. This is the third time I have recycled this post and it is now my new tradition. My Old Faithful (followers) will no doubt remember this post and join in the tradition.
If you have trouble trying to watch this video, you could try here Elvis 1,Elvis 2, or Elvis 3, or else just search on YouTube for “Elvis, I’ll be home on Christmas Day.” It is worth the effort to hear Elvis singing this lovely song.
I left home when I was 18, but still went home every Christmas.
I left England when I was 21. In the following years, before my parents both died, I was only “Home on Christmas Day” three times.
Though I made my own family Christmases here in South Africa, it is just not the same, celebrating Christmas in a very hot country, in the middle of summer.
Christmas will always feel a little sad to me.
So here is Elvis to sing it like it is.
Wishing those of you who celebrate it;
Merry Christmas;
and those of you who do not;
Happy Holidays.
And sparing a thought for those who are lonely or sad at this time of year and sending you a Sunbeam!
post script: In the spirit of re-using last year’s Christmas wrapping paper, I am re-cycling last year’s Christmas post; because you can’t say it any better than Elvis.
Traditions fall away or are no longer viable, (you can’t build a snowman without snow); so you have to start new ones. This is the second time I have recycled this post and it is now my new tradition.
If you have trouble trying to watch this video, you could try here Elvis 1,Elvis 2, or Elvis 3, or else just search on YouTube for “Elvis, I’ll be home on Christmas Day.” It is worth the effort to hear Elvis singing this lovely song.