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Sunday Reflections…

Christmas spirit, to me is a feeling. I don’t always have that feeling before Christmas… Sometimes it comes on gradually… But when I feel it, when it finally happens, it Hits Home! Christmas spirit for others, is a gift. They just have, “It”! And those people are contagious 🤶🏻

Our house is always decorated for Christmas! My wife and son LOVE to decorate! She bakes and chocolate covers’ this and that almost every night!

Jo lives to decorate and make Christmas goodies 🍪 🌲 Most are for gifts 🎁 but I definitely get my share as a “taster” 🎅🏻

Here are some cookies ‘we’ made last night… Little things like Christmas cookies, movies, candles, decorations & smiles 😊 Really help to bring out that Christmas spirit ❤️

I usually cook Sunday breakfast 🥞 This Morning all the baking stuff was still out… as I move things around, I was alerted that there is “more baking today, so don’t mess with my stuff”… I’m going to have so much Christmas spirit that I’ll have to go on a diet 😊

“May you have the gladness of Christmas which is hope; 
The spirit of Christmas which is peace; 
The heart of Christmas which is love.”
–   Ada V. Hendricks 

Have a great Sunday!

Mark Carter
Carter’s Nursery, Pond & Patio
2846 Old Medina Rd.
Jackson, Tn. 38305
Ph.# 731-424-2206
http://www.cartercountry.com

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Christmas Eve Love ❤️

Christmas Eve is here… It feels like it will never arrive, then Boom  💥 In reality it seems to fly by faster each year. Our family always gathers today for a big get together and meal. Then we watch a Christmas movie. Then we always get to pick a present to open tonight, saving the others till Tomorrow morning. Then before bed we read The Night Before Christmas, aka: A Visit From St. Nicholas. There is a lot of comfort in these family traditions ❤️ and this is always one of my favorite days of the year. I hope you all have a happy day and get to enjoy some family traditions of your own.

Don’t forget to leave milk and cookies for Santa tonight 🎅🏻 Merry Christmas!

 

A Visit from St. Nicholas
Twas the night before Christmas, when 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 mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my 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 a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he 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, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop 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 pedler 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 on 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 bowl full 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—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
~ Clement Clarke Moore  (1823).

Peace, Love & Merry Christmas! 🎄❤️

Mark Carter