“Come” they told me…
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Our new born King to see
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Our finest gifts we bring
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To lay before the King
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So to honor him
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When we come
Little baby
Pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too
Pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring
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That’s fit to give a King
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Shall I play for you
Pa rum pum pum pum
On my drum
Mary nodded
Pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for him
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for him
Pa Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum
Then He smiled at me
Pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum
To the tune of Jingle Bells
I heard a reindeer’s hooves and Santa dressed in red
Came crashing through the roof and landed in my bed
I thought it was a dream, but quickly did I wake
As soon as I heard Santa scream “I want a piece of cake!”
Oh, Santa Claus, Santa Claus you are much too fat
I was sleeping peacefully but now my bed is flat,
Oh, Santa Claus, Santa Claus how much do you weigh?
I’m glad I’m not a reindeer that has to pull your sleigh.
He got up off the floor and said “how do you do?”
I said my back is sore, my head is black and blue
So sorry, he replied, and he asked my name
He offered me a ride and I said no thank you just the same
Oh, Santa Claus, Santa Claus you are much too fat
I was sleeping peacefully but now my bed is flat,
Oh, Santa Claus, Santa Claus how much do you weigh?
I’m glad I’m not a reindeer that has to pull your sleigh.
I heard a ho-ho-ho the sleigh was in the sky
But it was moving slow and wasn’t very high
It wobbled in the air, I hoped it wouldn’t fall
Said Santa chewing cookies “Merry Christmas one and all!
Oh, Santa Claus, Santa Claus you are much too fat
I was sleeping peacefully but now my bed is flat,
Oh, Santa Claus, Santa Claus how much do you weigh?
I’m glad I’m not a reindeer that has to pull your sleigh.
Early on a beautiful Sunday morning 70 years ago, the world changed.
At 7:55 a.m. December 7, 1941 the attack begins.
The Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor to remove what it saw as a threat to the empire’s southern expansion. The Pearl Harbor attack hurt us badly, but it also hardened our resolve and brought us fully into WWII.
Snopes has some photos that were purported to be found in an old Brownie camera years after the attack. The story was untrue, but the photos are archival and genuine.
The U.S. Navy has a Pearl Harbor site with more photos.
Chris at A Large Regular has linked to this National Geographic Pearl Harbor site in the past. It has a multimedia timeline, survivor stories, kid’s section, and more.
This poll is a little different. I want to know who you positively DO NOT want to get the GOP Nomination. You may choose more than one.
Made this for dinner tonight. Nom-nom.
| Prep time | 30 minutes |
| Cook time | 30 minutes |
| Total time | 1 hour |
| Meal type | Soup |
| Misc | Freezable, Serve Hot |
This is a very forgiving recipe and a good way to use up the last of the leftover turkey. Herbs and spices are to taste, add as much or as little as you like. I used two wings and a drumstick for this batch of soup with turkey stock. I had leftover noodles, but you could add new, uncooked noodles near the beginning of the cooking time and let them cook in the stock. This will add a little bit of thickening as well. You can add any leftover veggies you have as well.
| Step 1 | |
| Saute onion with a little salt in a little olive oil in the pan. | |
| Step 2 | |
| Add carrots and celery, stock and cider. | |
| Step 3 | |
| Add turkey, herbs, and spices. | |
| Step 4 | |
| After about 20 minutes, when carrots are tender, add apples. | |
| Step 5 | |
| Add cooked noodles 5-10 minutes prior to serving. Noodles only need to be heated through as they are pre-cooked. | |
I wish I had room on my counter for them. I don’t have room on my counter. I wish I had more counterspace. A bigger kitchen, a bigger house… But I digress.
These are so darn cute:
And these:
*Disclaimer: I don’t get anything from Cooking.com or Del Rey for this. I just thought these were so darn cute I wanted to share them.
We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing;
He chastens and hastens His will to make known;
the wicked oppressing now cease from distressing:
sing praise to his Name, he forgets not his own.
Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining,
ordaining, maintaining his kingdom divine;
so from the beginning the fight we were winning:
thou, Lord, wast at our side: all glory be thine!
We all do extol thee, thou leader triumphant,
and pray that thou still our defender wilt be.
Let thy congregation escape tribulation:
thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!
Words: Nederlandtsche Gedenckclanck, 1626;
trans. Theodore Baker, 1894.
Music: Kremser
Enjoy this day with your family and friends.
Back in September, Walter Olson at Overlawyered brought a curious story to our attention. Apparently Kelloggs thought that the toucan in the logo of the Maya Archeology Initiative too closely resembled Toucan Sam of Froot Loops fame.
There’s now an update to the story. Kevin Underhill writing at Forbes tells us that there is a resolution:
At last report the two sides were trying to work things out, and it now appears that they have. The Battle Creek Enquirer reports that after several meetings over the past two months, the parties have reached a compromise: MAI will keep doing what it’s doing, and Kellogg will give it $100,000.
He finishes the piece with:
The fate of whoever decided it would be a good idea to send a cease-and-desist letter to some archaeologists in the first place is not yet known.
Would that more of these ridiculous cases turned out better for the defendant…
It’s time for my annual Thanksgiving Poll. I’ve added a few more answer choices this year.
Armistice Day, Veterans’ Day, Remembrance Day
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month…
In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Written by Lt-Colonel John McRae (1915)