Merry Christmas, Ponderers
Where children pure and happy pray to the blessed child,
where misery cries out to thee, Son of the mother mild;
where charity stands watching and faith holds wide the door,
the dark night wakes, the glory breaks,
and Christmas comes once more.
where misery cries out to thee, Son of the mother mild;
where charity stands watching and faith holds wide the door,
the dark night wakes, the glory breaks,
and Christmas comes once more.
O Little Town of Bethlehem 4th stanza
Merry Christmas, Ponderers --
Join us on the truck, wherever you may be--
There's a lot to see out there, and we're headin' out.
From The Pondering Pig and Patrushka
Join us on the truck, wherever you may be--
There's a lot to see out there, and we're headin' out.
From The Pondering Pig and Patrushka
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posted by Christopher Newton at 9:45 PM
2 Comments:
Thanks, Chronicler, And a special thanks for all your comments and insights and special ability to keep things stirred up around the old Pigsty.
As old Scrooge said on Christmas morning, "Boy, go get the biggest Christmas goose in the shop and deliver it directly to The. Chronicler!"
LOVE that truck!
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