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There’s No Business Like Snow Business

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Yes. Indeed. There’s no business like snow business….

There’s no business like snow business like no business I know
Everything about it is freezing, everything that woollies will allow
Nowhere could you get that icy feeling when you are feeling that extra snow

There’s no people like snow people, they grimace when they are low
Even with a snowman that you know will melt, you will be stranded out in the cold
You would exchange it for a sack of sunshine, let’s NOT go on with the snow

There’s no business like snow business and I tell you it’s so
Travelling through the country is so killing, standing outside on snowy nights
Frowning as you watch the garden, and there’s your car nowhere in sight

Yesterday they told you that Spring is near, that night it snowed and there you are
Next day on your sleigh they’ve hung a snowball, let’s not go on with the snow!!

Recited to the tune of ‘There’s No Business Like Show Business’ by Irving Berlin.

And so the snow continues… Brr!

 

 

Maloquacious © 2014

Ho Ho Ho .. Happy Holidays!

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Here’s little abundant me (yes, Santa) wishing each and every one of you a very Happy Christmas!

May the joy be endless as you open the presents and may the merry sounds of laughter echo all around.

Enjoy the beauty of the day as it unfolds. Soak in the enchanting sight of the Christmas tree with its glittery silver tinsel and the shiny golden baubles. See how fairy lights add magic and delight, and watch the exquisite glass angels capture the light and glow from every angle, creating a wondrous fairyland for young and old alike.

Now, my dears, I must go on my way as I still have much to do…

I need to leave some healing touch and comfort for the sick.

Big bundles of love, warmth and compassion for the needy.

Beautifully wrapped gifts of hugs and cuddles at every orphanage.

Last but not least, I must present my Gifts of hope and encouragement for a peaceful, fruitful future to all the folks on this planet – our beautiful world – yes, Earth!

Enjoy this day. Be thankful for family and friends. Give gratitude for ALL your blessings.

Warm hugs and giggles galore!

Forever yours,

Santa Claus

PS. Oops, I dropped my hat. If found, please give it to Rudolph…or any one of my elves…aargh, now where the dickens are those wee fellas??

Maloquacious © 2012

The perfect man

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FROST. Courtesy of NY

Yesterday, I surprised everyone. Even myself. I woke up at the crack of dawn. 10am. Even the fish were shocked out of their gills. For a sec they stopped breathing. I could tell. The bubbles had stopped.

Well, okay. I exaggerate. Guilty as charged. But………Gotcha!

The first rule in writing is to capture your reader’s attention. No matter how short the attention span. Still, some may stop reading at this point. No worries. However, if they use your page as ‘firewood’ to light their garbage then you have a BIG problemo. Si.

But, chances are that they are still reading. How do I know that? Because curiosity killed the cat. And let’s face it…not everyone is a Kool Kat, my friend. No kiddin’. And please don’t talk about dogs here. Thank you.

Speaking of kool cool, I genuinely feel for all those who are experiencing freezing temperatures. It was only when I saw my old pal Mr Snowman and his cronies appear here and there in the snow-clad cities that I had a memory jog. Whoosh! I was magically taken back to my childhood.

I still remember with vividness the sight of everything covered in white as I peeked out from my bedroom window. We siblings squealed in delight as we donned our woollies and speedily stepped into snug snowshoes. We dashed out the front door and a gust of bitterly cold air smacked us in the face. Undaunted, we bravely plodded on.

Yay! Hurrah. Thrill. Excitement. We tugged tighter at our mohair mittens, pulled our furry berets further down to cover the ears and twined and twisted scarves around to snuggle our chins. Brr. We froze. Yet we smiled. We were supremely happy.

Our eyes shone with smug satisfaction as we looked at the snowman we had built. He now wore a hat and scarf. Perfect. The perfect man – as we youngsters thought. Ah, the joys of childhood. Innocence. Sigh.

And, now that I am older I have learnt that there is no such thing as the perfect man. Sigh. Does he exist? Did he ever exist? You tell me.

Maloquacious © 2012

Of blogs, gratitude and you

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Today’s post is rather special. In fact, it’s very special. Apart from thanking autumn for affording us the privilege to view such breathtakingly extraordinary sights, I also want to convey tremendous gratitude to you – yes, you!

My writing today is a tribute to all my readers – those who visit my blog regularly; those who type out a comment; those who click on the ‘like’ button; those who just pop in for a quick visit to peek at what I write about, and, for those who just tip-toe in quietly, check out my site, and perhaps, ne’er to see me again! No worries.

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Autumn Leaves

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A cup of hot tea sits on the window sill. I lift it up and curl my fingers around it. My hands feel the swaddling warmth. Swirls of blistering steam spiral upwards. I see the wispy twirls then whizz out through the open window. I push the curtain aside. And take a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, cool morning air.

I take a peek outside. The scene before me excites my senses. The morning chill tingles my skin with goose bumps; my ears perk up to the outdoorsy sounds; I smell the fresh, clean air, and gladly eye the shower of leaves, fluttering about like snowflakes.

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One Lovely Blog Award

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When a blogger receives an award it is always a matter of pride. It means your writing is read and recognised by someone who considers you to be a good writer.

Delight and happy smiles take over. Your whole being is bathed in an aura of gratitude, humility, and an enormous amount of (much needed) encouragement.

This is exactly what happened to me when I was presented with the One Lovely Blog Award by fellow blogger The Duck of Indeed. Thank you so much, Duck, I’m chuffed beyond words! I’m honoured and thrilled, this is a precious award.

Now with the emotions and drama behind us (albeit, the histrionics a tad bit short of an Oscar acceptance speech), let me tell you something about The Duck.

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Enjoy the beauty of the day

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Cheers! A new day awakens. Breathe in the freshness; take in the joy. Hail to the morning. Enjoy the sights and sounds…arise.

Let the melody of the merry birds, their twitter and tweet perk up your senses. Yes, for assuredly, the nattering and chattering of these feathered friends orchestrate a cheery welcome—an absolute, positive start to your day. So, hush. Just listen.

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Big fish in a small pond

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It all began with one small fish…a goldfish to be exact. It was love at first sight and my dear brother was smitten with the big bonny, beady eyes and the golden, flowing, spectacular robe of…err, let’s call her Goldilocks. And thus, began the love affair.

Goldilocks (the Queen, if you please) was put into a large aquarium—artistically designed, along with all the accompanying paraphernalia (befitting Her Majesty, oh gawdie), such as rocks, pebbles, gravel, shells, ferns, etc—and proudly placed in our home. La-di-da.

My besotted sibling devoted meticulous care to Goldie (as he oh-so lovingly called her), feeding her at regular times, and ensuring that the filter was in proper working order.

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Beneath the Boughs

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Beneath the Boughs

Beneath the boughs here I sit,

Watching the waters stream by

Jagged rocks dot yon river bed,

Yet the waters ripple on.

Winding, meandering, undeterred,

Directly on their way, they go.

Discouraged not, nor wearied,

As o’er stony hurdles, they flow.

For, like us, these waters do move onward,

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