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I don't like mondays"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-HDX88uPYGlA\/UM67C_sqyyI\/AAAAAAAARuE\/aLTEiZNABNE\/s1600\/vintage-christmas-cards-two-cats-mistletoe-bug-brown-border.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-HDX88uPYGlA\/UM67C_sqyyI\/AAAAAAAARuE\/aLTEiZNABNE\/s320\/vintage-christmas-cards-two-cats-mistletoe-bug-brown-border.jpg\" width=\"204\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Ccenter\u003E\n\u003C\/center\u003E\n\u003Ccenter\u003E\n\u003C\/center\u003E\n\u003Ccenter\u003E\n\u003C\/center\u003E\n\u003Ccenter\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003EMake it Snow !\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Ca name='more'\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ETwas the night before Christmas, when all through the house\u003Cbr \/\u003ENot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe stockings were hung by the chimney with care,\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe children were nestled all snug in their beds,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhile visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,\u003Cbr \/\u003EHad just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAway to the window I flew like a flash,\u003Cbr \/\u003ETore open the shutters and threw up the sash.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow\u003Cbr \/\u003EGave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen, what to my wondering eyes should appear,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith a little old driver, so lively and quick,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI knew in a moment it must be St Nick.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMore rapid than eagles his coursers they came,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!\u003Cbr \/\u003EOn, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!\u003Cbr \/\u003ENow dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESo up to the house-top the coursers they flew,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe prancing and pawing of each little hoof.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs I drew in my head, and was turning around,\u003Cbr \/\u003EDown the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.\u003Cbr \/\u003EA bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHis eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!\u003Cbr \/\u003EHis cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!\u003Cbr \/\u003EHis droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe had a broad face and a little round belly,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!\u003Cbr \/\u003EA wink of his eye and a twist of his head,\u003Cbr \/\u003ESoon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd laying his finger aside of his nose,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd away they all flew like the down of a thistle.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nIch wünsche euch allen einen wundervollen Montag und Start in eine hoffentlich ruhige Woche,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nLiebe Grüße aus der Grafschaft \u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg align=\"middle\" src=\"http:\/\/i29.photobucket.com\/albums\/c251\/knitterinchen\/xmassignatur1.jpg\" style=\"border: 0;\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-NCfSCELqARQ\/UMJ5cueRgSI\/AAAAAAAAQrA\/5KzW2dvFYao\/s1600\/SNC03819.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"400\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-NCfSCELqARQ\/UMJ5cueRgSI\/AAAAAAAAQrA\/5KzW2dvFYao\/s400\/SNC03819.jpg\" width=\"298\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003C\/center\u003E\n"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.anniesbeautyhouse.de\/feeds\/2249799528701012771\/comments\/default","title":"Kommentare zum Post"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https:\/\/www.anniesbeautyhouse.de\/2012\/12\/adventsposting-monday-monday-i-dont.html#comment-form","title":"1 Kommentare"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1739194808891856647\/posts\/default\/2249799528701012771"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1739194808891856647\/posts\/default\/2249799528701012771"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"https:\/\/www.anniesbeautyhouse.de\/2012\/12\/adventsposting-monday-monday-i-dont.html","title":"Adventsposting - Monday, Monday... 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