Christmas Is All Around Us

23 Dec
 

As the louche, has-been rock star Billy Mack in Love Actually reminds us, Christmas is all around us.  And nowhere is it more around us than in the news.  I read three sweet stories this morning, which I’m going to share.  As they say (many times) in the film, If you can’t …(fill in the sickly sentimental thing you need to justify doing)… at Christmas, when can you?  So, in that vein, if you can’t share sickly sentimental stories at Christmas, when can you?

The first was sent to me by PM at Every day I See A Cow (thank you): 

Tortured Cat in Christmas 2007

Image via Wikipedia

Merry Christmas Comes To One Family A Few Days Early

A child of seven lost her cat, called Merry Christmas, at Halloween.  She was found on Sunday.  Christmas at home was just what that family needed. 

I got that last line from the joke department of the Christmas Cracker factory.  It needs some work.  Where’s Pseu? 

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Our own Stockport Express helped save the day for one little girl, by running an internet appeal:

Best present ever: Two-year-old Stockport girl reunited with her missing Teddy bear after internet appeal

If you’ve ever had a two-year-old lose a teddy, you’ll understand how wonderful this is.  If you haven’t, let me tell you about two-year-old Spud and his Ted-Ted-Teddy (that’s what he called it; I can’t believe he ever grew smart enough to get into a grammar school): Ted-Ted-Teddy went everywhere with Spud.  The trouble is, toddlers are easily distracted.  I can’t recall how many times we had to scour the house before bedtime, because Spud couldn’t – wouldn’t – sleep without his beloved teddy (about as big as my hand, which made him even more difficult to find), and had dropped him somewhere when playing; how many times I had to re-trace my steps when we had been out because Spud had seen a squirrel or a dog or a leaf and dropped Ted-Ted-Teddy in his enthusiasm to explore the exciting new world of vicious, smelly animals and mulch.

I hated that thing.

My sister-in-law had a moment of genius – she bought him another Ted-Ted-Teddy.  She had bestowed the first one upon him, so she thought it was the least she could do.  Problem solved. 

Much loved. (Much hated)

Problem doubled.  Spud now dropped two Ted-Ted-Teddies that had to be found.  I am ashamed to admit that it is entirely possible that for a while during my youngest son’s childhood, I hated my lovely sister-in-law.

The good news is, we always found him/them.  Usually, it was Tory Boy who found him/them.  Go Tory Boy!

A thought has just occurred to me: Tory Boy was always rewarded with love, praise and attention…could it have been Tory Boy, the foul fiend, who ‘lost’ him…?

Surely not.

Hmm.  Good job it’s Christmas, or it would be, Go, Tory Boy.

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The third story is a tale of greed and post office inefficiency:

Dear Santa Letter sent 100 years ago found up chimney

Two Irish children wrote their Christmas letter in 1911 and sent it up the chimney to Father Christmas; it never arrived.  It was found this year.  Good thing, I say; you should see how much the greedy little beggars wanted:

“I want a baby doll and a waterproof with a hood and a pair of gloves and a toffee apple and a gold penny and a silver sixpence and a long toffee.”

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The news here is that we are in for a mild Christmas.  No snow.  I’m not sorry.  It looks pretty until you’re lying on your back in it, having slipped on an icy patch and been concussed when your head hit a large, frozen dog turd.

Besides, I look like I’m having my own little snow party closer to home: I noticed this morning that the skin around my nose has cracked and flaked from the worst cold I’ve ever had, leaving me looking like a cocaine addict who can only get enough by burying my face in a bowl of the stuff. 

No pictures.  It’s not Christmas.

 

17 Responses to “Christmas Is All Around Us”

  1. jmgoyder December 23, 2011 at 13:38 #

    Love it, love it, love it!

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  2. laurieanichols December 23, 2011 at 15:20 #

    Thank you for an early Christmas present. I fell in the icy snow one year while our was walking our dearly departed black lab Marshall at 6:00 in the morning. It was still dark and while I was laying there, looking up at the stars and being licked by the dog wondering if I broke my leg because it was twisted up behind me. I was thinking I hate snow, I hadn’t broken my leg just strained my hip so I walked with a limp for quite a while. Your description had me laughing especially the frozen dog poopie part, I was lucky that it didn’t figure into my story.

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  3. vivinfrance December 23, 2011 at 15:23 #

    Now you’ve made me go all gooey eyed (at the thought of you lying on your back in a dog turd?) I didn’t say that.

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  4. nrhatch December 23, 2011 at 15:49 #

    My nieces arrive today . . . let the festivities BEGIN!

    May your days be Merry and Bright . . . and your nights be filled with Love, Laughter, and Light!

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  5. SchmidleysScribbling December 23, 2011 at 16:16 #

    I like the Cat story the best. Otherwise, I got confused. (I am old and need more coffee.)Sorry about you hitting your head on the frozen dog poop. The guy in that photo looks like Bill Nighy (sp??) you know, the actor who played the creepy crawly creature from Davy Jones locker in one of the Johnny Depp pirate films. The Santa cartoon is funny. Does that Christmas the cat have half a moustache? Are you sure you found Christmas?

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    • Tilly Bud December 27, 2011 at 12:56 #

      It is Bill Nighy, as Billy Mack. Have you never seen Love Actually? I love it.

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  6. Pseu December 23, 2011 at 16:21 #

    That joke about the Christmas cat? Beyond redemption, IMHO.

    Thanks: Maybe I should start a blog ‘everyday I see a cat?’

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    • Tilly Bud December 27, 2011 at 12:57 #

      I would be your first subscriber, even though you’ve just confirmed my worst fear.

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  7. Lorna's Voice December 23, 2011 at 17:56 #

    Read this post this morning and it signified the generosity of spirit that, for me, is what this and every season should be all about: http://istealkisses.wordpress.com/2011/12/23/santa-lives/

    Hope you enjoy it. 🙂

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  8. Grannymar December 24, 2011 at 01:48 #

    Who mentioned falling? I am still recovering from a one off membership of the fall flat on your face club, last September. I go back to the hospital at the end of January and am hoping for some better news by then. Stay upright and enjoy the holiday.

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  9. eof737 December 29, 2011 at 10:21 #

    Not fun losing a pet during the holidays…:-( Marry Christmas to you. 🙂

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  10. eof737 December 29, 2011 at 10:38 #

    Okay lets try this again… It’s not fun losing a pet during the holidays… 😦
    Merry Christmas to you and yours! 🙂

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    • Tilly Bud December 29, 2011 at 10:40 #

      I got you the first time, but thanks for clearing that up 🙂

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